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Darryl thpmson'/><category term='Remember the reason for the Season'/><category term='The Christian Mythology'/><category term='Easter'/><category term='Not Nibbler'/><category term='Time for a Rant'/><title type='text'>Kenneth de Kindardesferi</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>243</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-1623308136159688424</id><published>2011-06-15T16:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T16:41:27.699-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Bible says Marriage ='/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lGbPNekNn70/Tfkm72IvFtI/AAAAAAAAAdM/k4Jx2f4V73w/s1600/Photo%2BJun%2B15%252C%2B1%2B03%2B59%2BAM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lGbPNekNn70/Tfkm72IvFtI/AAAAAAAAAdM/k4Jx2f4V73w/s400/Photo%2BJun%2B15%252C%2B1%2B03%2B59%2BAM.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618564819707696850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26959403-1623308136159688424?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/1623308136159688424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=1623308136159688424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/1623308136159688424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/1623308136159688424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lGbPNekNn70/Tfkm72IvFtI/AAAAAAAAAdM/k4Jx2f4V73w/s72-c/Photo%2BJun%2B15%252C%2B1%2B03%2B59%2BAM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-4760492533123562474</id><published>2011-06-14T10:54:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T11:48:17.674-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time for a Rant'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time for a Rant... I'm over due.  The fight for same sex marriage has me boiling mad again. When will churches stop preaching such blanten discrimination? And no using Bible verses does not make it ok... Slavery is in the Bible... So in polygamy, and a long list of other laws that no one would stand for being spewed from both church and politicians today... Single women according to the Bible should not be allowed to own property and should obey their father until married.  Not to bring it up but unmarried women should also be stoned to death for having sex... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read a quote from Rush-Crazyass, stating that marriage has always and will always be between a man and a woman... Well he doesn't know his church or Christian history very well does he...not his fault because the Catholic church does a very good job of hiding inconvenient facts like that before the middle ages the church preformed same sex marriages... Including some conducted by the Pope himself... The church also had a pair of same sex Saints  who were put to death for being Christians'... Not being gay lovers...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know... Now I have all the Catholic Haters going but it was not our churches.... Well guess what... Unless you are a non-christian church it was your forefathers and no Christian church gets a hall pass on this one... It happened and it is part of your history... Just like family you do not get to pick and choose.   So for my Buddhist and Hindu friends and a few others this doesn't apply to your religions.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now the part that makes me even madder...  Both the Catholic Church and the LDS church pumped major money and support from around the world and other states to pass anti-gay marriage laws in both Hawaii and California... My advice is how stupid are people to let their churches pass laws for everyone?  That is one of the reasons American was founded for freedom of religions... The separation of church and state was put into place to make sure that one church or belief did not discriminate via laws against another... And here we are allowing it through the legal back door... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I warn each and everyone one this is dangerous. Today the gays tomorrow the Baptist... How long before the ubar powerful churches start passing laws against the smaller one... Who do you think supported burning the "witches" in Salem?  Who wants to live in a religiously governed country?  Here are some examples... Iseral?  Iran?  great places to call home? Yes if you believe in their faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you want a Religiously Governed America which one will it be? Cathlic America? Or LDS America?  They are the two most powerful church organizations in the USA... Funny thing about it is, by then you wouldn't have a choice either...just like the millions of same sex couple living in the USA today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26959403-4760492533123562474?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/4760492533123562474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=4760492533123562474' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/4760492533123562474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/4760492533123562474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2011/06/time-for-rant.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-2060910828046242576</id><published>2011-03-13T15:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T16:26:50.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, it has been awhile since I last ranted... I mean blogged.  That must be a sign that life is good, well it is better than it was.  So this will be a quick update.  Since no one really reads these, it's just a form of self therapy.  So first, health issues.  Yes I have health issues.  Second... Ok I'll fill in a few more details if only for myself. One year ago: blood pressure was too high, cholesterol was way too high, fat in my blood was at lard levels, glucose levels were at diabetic levels, and I had a tooth break off while eating a very soft muffin.  Dr. Greco, put me on Simcor for the cholesterol, diet for the weight and sugar, exercise and aspirin therapy for the blood pressure and Dr Ulsmen fixed my back moler with a crown...  Six months ago: levels only slightly better... Dr Greco told me that if I did not take the treatment seriously I would be on an operating table with my chest cracked open...if I was lucky and that my family history did not indicate I would be that lucky... He called me a ticking time bomb for a heart attack or stroke... Of the fatal kind.  It was a wake up call.  I joined a gym and started doing cardio two, then three times a week, and taking my Meds regularly and cut out the sugary snakes...that I'd been having all day long. I was scared.  My dear friend Becky had just had open heart surgery... And it all reminded me that Mom passed of a massive heart attack... Dad passed out and was diagnosed in the hospital with Diabetes... And high blood pressure too... So my family history was all coming together and it was not painting a rosey picture for me.  This month: lab results in... Blood pressure normal, sugar normal, fat in my blood... Dropped from 2900 to 1400... While better my cholesterol is still on on the high side so Dr. Greco upped my dose of Simcor.... And I had a cracked molar that just got fitted for another crown.  So, out of the woods...yes.  Time to rest... No.  Still have to get in better shape if I want to see 80 so I will continue doing better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other updates to come maybe a rant too.  I'm going to head out and enjoy the beautiful afternoon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26959403-2060910828046242576?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/2060910828046242576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=2060910828046242576' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/2060910828046242576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/2060910828046242576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2011/03/well-it-has-been-awhile-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-3573909406002051570</id><published>2010-03-14T22:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T22:41:06.610-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Christian Mythology'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I found myself studying the Ancient Religions of the Greeks and over and over again writers refer to them as Greek Mythology.  This started yet another branch in my research.  Why would writers refer to Ancient Religions as Mythologies... Egyptian, Greek, Roman, Norse, Celtic... the list goes on.  Clearly these were the religions of their people in ancient times... their beliefs, practices and even faiths.  And with the exception of the Norse and Celts shared many common themes in theirs stories.  These common themes are all present in Christian stories as related in the Bible and other Christian traditions.  So it can not be the type of stories that make up these ancient faiths that earned them the title of Myths. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found all of this very interesting and very one sided.  If writers and readers want to label these ancient religions as mythology than the term must also apply to the Ancient Christian Faith too... and the modern one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next step... Baptist Mythology 101 coming to a school near you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26959403-3573909406002051570?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/3573909406002051570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=3573909406002051570' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/3573909406002051570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/3573909406002051570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-found-myself-studying-ancient.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-4599233790775803577</id><published>2010-01-04T15:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T15:56:24.902-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well another day and another soap box.  Last month I visited my Father in the small town where I grew up... I have to say that FOX news has a strong following there.  Everyone watches and believes everything that they broadcast... It was like stepping back into the 1950's and not the "Happy Days" 50's either. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/S0JPzzQIszI/AAAAAAAAAco/OvKzrlVEQjg/s1600-h/faux_news1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 279px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422984652657308466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/S0JPzzQIszI/AAAAAAAAAco/OvKzrlVEQjg/s320/faux_news1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very sad to see the poisoning of America by a channel that has made it a personal mission to undermine not only the President but the entire economy of our country just to settle a score...  You know I would not go to a bullies house either, so who was surprised that after bashing him for 6 months he would not give your channel an interview?  I was not surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now you preach doom and gloom from you electronic pulpit and call it fair and balanced.  You play on the fears of the under educated that things are only going to get &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;worst&lt;/span&gt; while shooting down anyone that points out that things are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; getting better... in some places &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; better.  Fears is your weapon and if you can not keep your viewers afraid you loose the power to control them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Father watches Fox News like he is at a tent revival.  Totally believing every word, taking opinions as facts, and most in his small town do the same.  The writing is on the wall and it will be very interesting to see how Fox News handles the overwhelming hate for them when the economic recovery that is happening no matter how much they insist it is not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;reaches&lt;/span&gt; all the small American towns and people like my Father realize that the channel has been pulling the "wool" over their eyes.   It will be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ugly&lt;/span&gt; I am sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/S0JP-lYYaBI/AAAAAAAAAcw/n2OIzmi5SOk/s1600-h/fox_end.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422984837912356882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/S0JP-lYYaBI/AAAAAAAAAcw/n2OIzmi5SOk/s320/fox_end.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We may start see more of these type of notices popping up...  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There comes a point when you can not be demotivated any more than you already are demotivated. Yes... I am getting up on my soap box right now. Work more, earn less, and by the way we are cutting your benefits that we missed last year. That sums up the memo that went out today. I really like the way the word stakeholder is used... it does not mean employee... maybe the word shareholder should have been used because that is after all the only meaning that fits. Someone once said that if you did not sell a room you lost that revenue forever... profit is the same as that room. If you did not make it, guess what! You are not going to make it up, by running your managers, staff, and properties into the ground... Smart property owners like the Marriott Marquis and Hilton downtown know that you use this time to beat your competition by improving your product. Both complete full renovations during this down turn and now compare their occupancy and rates to their &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;competitors&lt;/span&gt;... I really hate when smart people act dumb. When are they going to stop crying over spilt milk and get back to milking the cows? That is what happens when those leading only listen to the negative, like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FoxNews&lt;/span&gt; (now the gloom and Doom network) They miss the opportunities that exist. This is a time of GREAT opportunities...and I think I am going to take advantage of two of them myself. For me it is time to stop investing my time, skills, resources, and services in a company that has forgotten how to provide service to itself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26959403-3755683902865748368?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/3755683902865748368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=3755683902865748368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/3755683902865748368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/3755683902865748368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2009/10/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SuX2Ei2fmPI/AAAAAAAAAcg/mLbi6HhP3p0/s72-c/Fire.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-7682492505152435059</id><published>2009-09-11T15:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T12:34:26.484-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/Sqq1I0APYnI/AAAAAAAAAcY/KvrnA0WhXok/s1600-h/City+of+Ember.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380311867850711666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/Sqq1I0APYnI/AAAAAAAAAcY/KvrnA0WhXok/s320/City+of+Ember.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I found the circle in city plans to be exciting. In the movies we have seen some beautiful circular cities like Return of the King, Aeon Flux and City of Ember... But when I started looking for real examples of circular city planning... nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/Sqq0-QX7tjI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/8QEeDdAN1os/s1600-h/aeon-flux-20051111045340501_640w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380311686487717426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/Sqq0-QX7tjI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/8QEeDdAN1os/s320/aeon-flux-20051111045340501_640w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems to me that the circle would be the perfect layout for a city. I know it would be difficult to put little square buildings on curved streets, but is that the only reason we do not have circular cities?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/Sqq03gTLtVI/AAAAAAAAAcI/uUAXG-Q-l5E/s1600-h/Minas_Tirith_489a86b019895.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380311570503677266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/Sqq03gTLtVI/AAAAAAAAAcI/uUAXG-Q-l5E/s320/Minas_Tirith_489a86b019895.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still would like to see one.  Guess we'll have to see them in the movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/26959403-7682492505152435059?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/7682492505152435059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=7682492505152435059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/7682492505152435059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/7682492505152435059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-found-circle-in-city-plans-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/Sqq1I0APYnI/AAAAAAAAAcY/KvrnA0WhXok/s72-c/City+of+Ember.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-3930066280264267267</id><published>2009-08-20T14:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T14:30:48.081-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/So2e57DS8TI/AAAAAAAAAcA/Osz7TlEyHW8/s1600-h/healthcare.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372124648464118066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 109px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/So2e57DS8TI/AAAAAAAAAcA/Osz7TlEyHW8/s320/healthcare.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there seems to be another fight that brings out the big bucks from corporate America...  Health Care Reform and their fear that their profits will be limited by the voters and the government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure countries like England and Canada have had free health care systems for many years now and neither are as in debit as our own country... And their people are living longer average lives... but that is played down you know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My question is how many Americans have put off or just not gone to the doctor just because they did not have the money for either the visit or the medicine...or both? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So who's interest is being served here with this political debate?  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tax payers? (who have to provide free medical to the poor anyway... a hospital can not refuse anyone that can not pay, so tax payers are already picking up that tab... That would be a big NO.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Poor?  Already said they are getting free health care already...another big NO.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Corporate America?  Yes... Drug companies set their own prices and the better the new drug is the more you will pay for it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Insurance Companies?  Another Yes... Working class Americans have to pay into a policy so they can afford doctors visits and drugs with low Co-pay options.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is very interesting that during a time when ever company is cutting back and spending less that these two industries are increasing the amount of money they are spending on lobbyist to kill just a reform bill...  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So why are so many working class Americans supporting people that year after year take more money out of their pockets?  That do not what them to support this reform...  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It takes a lot of lobbyist to convince you that FREE is a bad thing... That peace of mind is knowing I only have a 500-5000 dollar deductible if I am sick...  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One more reason to move to England.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26959403-3930066280264267267?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/3930066280264267267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=3930066280264267267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/3930066280264267267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/3930066280264267267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2009/08/well-there-seems-to-be-another-fight.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/So2e57DS8TI/AAAAAAAAAcA/Osz7TlEyHW8/s72-c/healthcare.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-3595552533294026682</id><published>2009-07-15T21:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T22:02:38.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/Sl6WQ7Jw6hI/AAAAAAAAAbw/5Bj9OUtr2qE/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358885824118188562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/Sl6WQ7Jw6hI/AAAAAAAAAbw/5Bj9OUtr2qE/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So now, for a fee, you can use &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;WiFi&lt;/span&gt; on flights...  Well this begs the question, if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;WiFi&lt;/span&gt; does not cause the plane to crash why can we not use cell phones?  The answer... not a big surprise is that the airlines have not come up with technology to charge you extra for it yet.  (but I am sure they are hard at work developing it as i post this)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just one more way to say... we know you have to use one of us and we are united in screwing you.  If the government would let one or two of the big companies go under completely... the rest might try to provide just a little customer service.  If a car company or hotel chain operated like the airlines do... they would be out of business in short order.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just my two cents worth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26959403-3595552533294026682?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/3595552533294026682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=3595552533294026682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/3595552533294026682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/3595552533294026682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-now-for-fee-you-can-use-wifi-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/Sl6WQ7Jw6hI/AAAAAAAAAbw/5Bj9OUtr2qE/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-6502961608878769352</id><published>2009-03-25T14:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T14:22:37.869-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/ScqCH9DurpI/AAAAAAAAAbo/cMKEUFSyJxY/s1600-h/breakingdawn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317205383225192082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/ScqCH9DurpI/AAAAAAAAAbo/cMKEUFSyJxY/s320/breakingdawn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;OK. I have to revise my statements regarding the Twilight books... The 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; one "Breaking Dawn" was far above the others. I would put it up there with the best books I've read... not the best, but very well written, very developed characters, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;intriguing&lt;/span&gt; story line with many twist and turns... More real, less church prattle... and less Tween... The characters are seniors and they act/ behave more like adults.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Too bad it took three books before to get it right... and too bad there is not a 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; book to continue the story... I am not a fan of lets tell it all over again from another view...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I send a heart felt thank you to Mrs. Meyer... I did not think you would break your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LDS&lt;/span&gt; mold, but am very pleased that you did.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, Done!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26959403-6502961608878769352?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/6502961608878769352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=6502961608878769352' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/6502961608878769352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/6502961608878769352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2009/03/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/ScqCH9DurpI/AAAAAAAAAbo/cMKEUFSyJxY/s72-c/breakingdawn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-4420253861064634504</id><published>2009-03-01T13:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T14:04:11.102-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tomorrow I am off to New Orleans again.  My trip in January was full of anticipation, this time it is full of sorrow.  The federal, state, and city governments are all to blame for the lack of progress the city has made in recovering.  The amount of money that has been spent by all three groups on various projects aided at helping would have paid for the cost of rebuilding every house and business flooded.  The total cost of all the hotel bills paid by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;FEMA&lt;/span&gt; and the Red Cross would have also paid for the rebuilding of every house and every business building damaged by the storm waters... now I know that the evacuees needed places to stay and if you had a choice between government housing and tent cities you too would have picked a hotel... but would you have picked hotels if 8 months living in a shelter meant you had a new house to return home too.  The fact that twice the amount of money to rebuild was spent and not on replacing those houses and business that had been lost makes me very angry.  The fact that the money spent helped several industries make record profits makes be so far beyond angry there are no words to describe it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The city of New Orleans was a city of over 1 million before Katrina.  The city now has less than 300 thousand residence.  One person had the power to bring much more attention to the wasteful spending even if he did not have the power to stop it... the Mayor Ray &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nagin&lt;/span&gt;.  And here the race separation begins.  White residence hate the man with a passion and vocalize this often.  African-Americans residence view him as the cities last hope.  Why the two different views... well you must look at the make up of the city and who has power within the city.  Before Katrina the city residences were majority African-American and those elected to lead and be in power mostly came from that majority.  Now with over 700,000 removed from that mix there is no easy majority for either white or African-American.  The shift of power in the city government is about to happen.  That scares the old majority.  Change scares many people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What New Orleans will look like after all of this has passed, no one can know.  What it looks like now is the poor being forced out because they can not afford to rebuild, the wealth reclaiming much of the city as the poor leave, and those in the city government getting even  wealthier from  all the corruption.  I guess some things never change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26959403-4420253861064634504?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/4420253861064634504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=4420253861064634504' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/4420253861064634504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/4420253861064634504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2009/03/tomorrow-i-am-off-to-new-orleans-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-5038374013901842086</id><published>2009-02-13T12:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T13:19:08.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SZW0kjk4qvI/AAAAAAAAAbg/CgQ2RXtnw94/s1600-h/200px-Twilight_Saga_Collection.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SZW0kjk4qvI/AAAAAAAAAbg/CgQ2RXtnw94/s320/200px-Twilight_Saga_Collection.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302342676416867058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Like most of the world I have been reading these books after the movie came out... ok like most of the world under 21.  I have enjoyed the books so far but they always leave me with a slight depressed feeling.  I have read the first three and the same feeling came after each.  Mrs. Meyer has received much acclaim for her not using sex in teen books.  Being Latter Day (LDS) in faith the fact that her characters are waiting until after marriage to have sex should not have been a big surprise for readers... it was not for me... (Thanks to dating Rebecca Kriser for a few years in High School)  I found the lack of sex refreshing in these books.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So why do I still feel a little down after each one?  Most likely it is because unlike the real world were divorce is apart of most families and most marriages are arranged for power, wealth, or some other gain, Mrs. Meyer's LDS flavored world is full of true love and the hardest choices are choosing between two true loves.  I know, that was a bit harsh.  Her books are good reads, and I will read them all.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, when I read them I will keep in mind that they are after all fiction.  As much as we all wish for such things to be real... true love not vampires... it is still just fiction.  Not even good little LDS girls and boys will find what Mrs. Meyer is selling in the real world... unless they buy one of her books.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26959403-5038374013901842086?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/5038374013901842086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=5038374013901842086' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/5038374013901842086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/5038374013901842086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2009/02/like-most-of-world-i-have-been-reading.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SZW0kjk4qvI/AAAAAAAAAbg/CgQ2RXtnw94/s72-c/200px-Twilight_Saga_Collection.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-4421681039968244624</id><published>2009-02-08T12:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T12:19:48.208-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well the conference is over.  It was a good time.  Seeing all my long distance co-workers and friends is always good.  ...The city, was sad and dirty.  It was no more dirty than I remembered it being 20 years ago, but I have changed.  There did seem to be more Pan-handlers on the streets.  That fact could have been due to our timing...the week before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mardi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gras&lt;/span&gt;.  The same vague feeling of being in danger was there as always... part of the adventure.  I did not visit my old bar hang-outs... maybe in March with the next conference.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I have changed not New Orleans, and that is also sad.  We all must change to grow up, and something is always left behind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26959403-4421681039968244624?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/4421681039968244624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=4421681039968244624' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/4421681039968244624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/4421681039968244624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2009/02/well-conference-is-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-6674598184466458385</id><published>2009-01-26T14:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T14:47:08.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SX4PefbJIAI/AAAAAAAAAbY/MPFt_4haztU/s1600-h/1+348990746_c0378bc087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SX4PefbJIAI/AAAAAAAAAbY/MPFt_4haztU/s320/1+348990746_c0378bc087.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295687228340117506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is once again time to travel.  This trip takes me to a place filled with old ghost of the past.  Many of them from my own past.  As a young man the crescent city was my play ground.   A time when money was nothing and adventure was everything... Dianna, Jennine, Sitka, Mike, and so many more their names have slipped away with the passing of time.  We were all young then.  It seems like another life all together.  A time when we did not have to care... our parents took care of everything.  Any trouble we found was quickly sent away with their power, influence, connections...but most often their money.  It is easy to find trouble in the Big Easy... and even  easier to buy your way out of it.  I have never been, before or since, someplace so completely corrupt from the bottom to the very top.  One dear friend still has a house there...in the French quarter, but he is in Montgomery and can not be there this week.  It will be interesting to visit the place my parents insisted was where I wasted my youth again.  Since I have no youth left to spare, I'll try not to waste any this trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26959403-6674598184466458385?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/6674598184466458385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=6674598184466458385' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/6674598184466458385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/6674598184466458385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-is-once-again-time-to-travel.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SX4PefbJIAI/AAAAAAAAAbY/MPFt_4haztU/s72-c/1+348990746_c0378bc087.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-2152259430022347191</id><published>2009-01-21T12:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T12:48:46.771-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SXdbm3sDw1I/AAAAAAAAAbE/AlYjh7BTXUQ/s1600-h/capt_5295e66a95df4065b71c456636d13df8_obama_inauguration_dcts131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293800610339210066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SXdbm3sDw1I/AAAAAAAAAbE/AlYjh7BTXUQ/s320/capt_5295e66a95df4065b71c456636d13df8_obama_inauguration_dcts131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The new President and First Lady! It was exciting to watch history being made... President &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Obama's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;acceptance&lt;/span&gt; speech was moving and to the point. Of course I really enjoyed a well delivered speech ... it has been 8 years... well more ... all the way back to Reagan since we had a dynamic public speaker in office. You know Bush could not read the teleprompter to save his life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hopeful&lt;/span&gt; about the next four years... even after Obama backed off his equal marriage rights promise. Maybe like the civil rights movement, in another 40 years we'll have equal rights.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;separate&lt;/span&gt; but equal did not work for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;African&lt;/span&gt;-Americans and Civil Unions will not work for the our minority. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all I am very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hopeful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Bush's administration set Gay Rights back 10 years and I am very happy to see him out of office. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is a new Day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26959403-2152259430022347191?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/2152259430022347191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=2152259430022347191' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/2152259430022347191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/2152259430022347191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-president-and-first-lady-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SXdbm3sDw1I/AAAAAAAAAbE/AlYjh7BTXUQ/s72-c/capt_5295e66a95df4065b71c456636d13df8_obama_inauguration_dcts131.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-1505839455436944520</id><published>2009-01-16T23:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T23:56:16.328-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SXFjrDHD_8I/AAAAAAAAAa8/s8Rm8b-5PZM/s1600-h/3311_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SXFjrDHD_8I/AAAAAAAAAa8/s8Rm8b-5PZM/s320/3311_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292120628357496770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The new installation in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;iMac&lt;/span&gt; collection.  I could not stop myself.  I should do something about my Mac addiction...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was most cold today!  11 degrees this morning and it warmed up to a almost tropical 22 degrees before starting to fall again!  Why can it not do this on a work day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so long for a nice warm island somewhere with cute waiters bring me cold tropical drinks with funny names... and taste like fruit smoothies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will have to be a dream until after mid year....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26959403-1505839455436944520?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/1505839455436944520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=1505839455436944520' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/1505839455436944520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/1505839455436944520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-installation-in-my-imac-collection.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SXFjrDHD_8I/AAAAAAAAAa8/s8Rm8b-5PZM/s72-c/3311_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-558832171977081060</id><published>2009-01-03T21:55:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T22:21:08.928-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SWAlXlUeLbI/AAAAAAAAAac/0eYgdhKYS0Q/s1600-h/450px-Apple-II.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SWAlXlUeLbI/AAAAAAAAAac/0eYgdhKYS0Q/s320/450px-Apple-II.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287267049618156978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nerd has to come out now... For all those who do not enjoy nerd stuff please stop reading now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago... some friends and I had a little nerd conversation about computers and our first computers and the games we played on them... well I was sure that the 1st game I played was Zork on the Apple ][e... and that it was in the late 70's...  My friends shot me down saying it had to be the 80's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was right about the date and the game and almost about the computer.  It was indeed an Apple but it was an Apple II.  Sold in 1978 for an amazing amount even for now, almost $1300.00!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up a copy of the game Zork for my collection a few years ago and when I pulled it out to verify that I had been right... the copy right said 1981....   That too was was incorrect the Game was around between 1977-1979 with no copy right.  It was not until Infocom picked it up that a copy right was obtained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can rest easy tonight knowing my childhood nerdom memories were correct.   Just a bonus for all my nerd friends out there.... the complete early Apple time line...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SWAqzzgfqEI/AAAAAAAAAa0/ZKe6tWWMs9g/s1600-h/1appleline.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 80px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SWAqzzgfqEI/AAAAAAAAAa0/ZKe6tWWMs9g/s400/1appleline.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287273032021157954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh and I have collected one of each of these fine computers... even the little Lisa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26959403-558832171977081060?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/558832171977081060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=558832171977081060' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/558832171977081060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/558832171977081060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2009/01/nerd-has-to-come-out-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SWAlXlUeLbI/AAAAAAAAAac/0eYgdhKYS0Q/s72-c/450px-Apple-II.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-4846283001952447000</id><published>2008-12-27T15:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T15:09:19.851-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What we did Christmas Morning!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='background-color:#e9e9e9; 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Of the top selling cars these are the top fuel economy cars for 2009:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table class="tablebord zebra"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr class="rowTint"&gt;&lt;td&gt;Two Seater &lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td&gt;Smart Fortwo Coupe&lt;br /&gt;  Smart Fortwo Convertible    &lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td&gt;33/41&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;/tr&gt;       &lt;tr&gt;         &lt;td&gt;Minicompact Car&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td&gt;Mini Cooper (manual)&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td&gt;28/37 &lt;/td&gt;       &lt;/tr&gt;       &lt;tr class="rowTint"&gt;         &lt;td&gt;Subcompact Car&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td&gt;Toyota Yaris (manual)&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td&gt;29/36&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;/tr&gt;       &lt;tr&gt;         &lt;td&gt;Compact Car &lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td&gt;Honda Civic Hybrid &lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td&gt;40/45&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;/tr&gt;       &lt;tr class="rowTint"&gt;         &lt;td&gt;Midsize Car &lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td&gt;Toyota Prius (hybrid)&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td&gt;48/45&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;/tr&gt;       &lt;tr&gt;         &lt;td&gt;Large Car &lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td&gt;Hyundai Sonata (automatic) &lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td&gt;22/32&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;/tr&gt;       &lt;tr class="rowTint"&gt;         &lt;td height="29"&gt;Small Station Wagon&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td height="29"&gt;Volkswagon Jetta Sportwagon (manual, diesel)&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td height="29"&gt;30/41&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Published by the &lt;a href="http://http//www.epa.gov/fueleconomy/class-high.htm"&gt;EPA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice that none of them are from US Car Companies!  Not one... Ford does make the list below 30 MPG... which is just sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26959403-4697505978462412066?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/4697505978462412066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=4697505978462412066' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/4697505978462412066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/4697505978462412066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-can-stop.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-577622651072971332</id><published>2008-12-19T11:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T12:00:32.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bush said the automakers have faced serious challenges for many years: burdensome costs, a shrinking share of the market and plunging profits. "In recent months, the &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1229703298_18"&gt;global financial crisis&lt;/span&gt; has made these challenges even more severe," he said. (&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/meltdown_autos"&gt;Yahoo Article&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love only half the story!  Why is it that the news (any news source) only reports one side of the story?  What we really need are some new integrity laws for the news organizations.  Like those in England...   Yes, like most people, I like reading news that supports my own views... but there is only so much cotton candy you can eat before you have had enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The US car companies are not making profits because they are not offering products that most Americans want to buy!  It does not matter how much something cost. It only matters that it is desired and that the public see a value in the product.  Shrinking shares means that more customer desire and see more value in your competitors product.  (higher fuel economy, better durability, and better service)  Maybe it is time that our car companies take a survey of what is selling and make more of that product... and less of things that are not selling...  This is basic business.  How many SUVs have to set on the lot before you stop making them?  How high does gas prices have to go before you make a 80+ MPG hybrid?   They have the technology and have had it for years...  Their sells figures should tell them what people are buying and what they are not buying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are these low gas prices fooling anyone?  We and the gas oil companies have seen that we will, even if we do not like it, pay $4 and $5 per gallon for fuel...  It will be there again and sooner than you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ask yourself this:  the next car you pick... what are you looking for in it?  That is the question the car companies should be asking.  The car companies have been giving the oil companies what they want for years... (oil companies recorded the highest profits of any us companies and the car companies can not pay their debts?)   I think the oil companies should bail them out not the people...  after all that is who has been calling the shots in the car industries for years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26959403-577622651072971332?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/577622651072971332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=577622651072971332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/577622651072971332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/577622651072971332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2008/12/bush-said-automakers-have-faced-serious.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-7902620748628499008</id><published>2008-12-11T05:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:31:30.047-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SUDvhawGsVI/AAAAAAAAAaU/hms9cMPjZx0/s1600-h/tree08.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SUDvhawGsVI/AAAAAAAAAaU/hms9cMPjZx0/s320/tree08.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278482120674029906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tis the season!  The cards are all addressed, the tree is all together, even the hall is all decked!  I fell sorry for you if your shopping is not done for the malls are all packed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week I get to travel south to see the folks.  Brian will not get to go this time...  He has an appointment on Wednesday right in the middle of the week and I have obligations on both the this weekend and next...  I do wish he could be there, but I understand.  A friend commented about I seemed down,  truth, I am down a little.  It has been very cold the last few months and the cold weather alway make me hurt just a little more for the warm beaches of home.  That with Christmas and my last visit home was November 2007...  I think some of it is home sickness.  I know that sounds odd coming from me.  If you know my family you know that there is much sadness there and may wonder why I would miss that.  Christmas was one of the few times the folks seemed normal and some of my happiest memories are around the season of Yule. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things change in life... all the time.  I have become a much more open person... It is funny that what is on the outside, is often not a good indicator of what is on the inside.  I let so few back home get close to me.  Most of them only want to know the Kenny that left 20+ years ago.  Sad, he was only a shell of a person... only skin deep.  You know, like the protective crust the covers the sherbets in your grandmothers freezer.  That shell was to protect a young gay boy from the people and family of a small town...   I don't fit into that shell anymore it is like wearing a shirt 2 sizes too small.   I have had a good laugh at many of those I went to school with and it seems that all the kids in high school in the 80's are now on facebook... the funny thing is those that join my friends list but them disappear from it a few days later... when they realize I am gay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is the entire other side of it... money.  I have the greediest family... I will not say all of them are... just most.  Kevin is not... he had rather do without than ask for help, which is why I do what I can for them often.  Most of the others just want my signature on a blank check.  My father and step mother accused me of taking a 40, 000 cd that they could not find back when Mom passed!  ... this after asking me to sign over 20 acres of Kent farm to him which he turned around and sold to strangers...outside the family without telling me he wanted it to sell!   I know what happened the money but I would not tell him... Mom gave it Aunt Silvia who died a few months after Mom...  and not that I am on a dirt roll I must stop myself before I get to my brothers three girls.... while it would feel great to get it out.  I just do not have the time.  I am just going to say:  Drug dealing, stripper, drop outs, won't work, living with/off Kevin and Darlene, father of there kid(s) is or has been in jail... that is enough.  Those statements apply to more than one of them at a time! They have the nerve to ask for money, a new car, or something else each and every time I see them.  It kills me that they will not get jobs and work for money to buy the things they need or want!  I do not understand that at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I feel much better... it is warmer and raining (love the rain) and I got a few things off my chest.... I can breath! It is going to be a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for those that had to read this session...  but thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26959403-7902620748628499008?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/7902620748628499008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=7902620748628499008' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/7902620748628499008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/7902620748628499008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2008/12/tis-season-cards-are-all-addressed-tree.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SUDvhawGsVI/AAAAAAAAAaU/hms9cMPjZx0/s72-c/tree08.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-164307829989700520</id><published>2008-12-10T00:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:30:22.299-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/46928cc51133af17/493f537ec33ae344/46928cc5788deb29/3d87b7be/-cpid/6f547fa6cd6c96e1/autostart/false/repeat/false/widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26959403-164307829989700520?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/164307829989700520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=164307829989700520' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/164307829989700520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/164307829989700520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-6484734965006496571</id><published>2008-12-10T00:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:34:07.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/ST9SACaS8gI/AAAAAAAAAaM/l67LVjSrk-o/s1600-h/DSC03303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/ST9SACaS8gI/AAAAAAAAAaM/l67LVjSrk-o/s320/DSC03303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278027448902152706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the current class!  Notice that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Shurti&lt;/span&gt; Buckley joined us for a few days.... nothing like have the Vice President for one of the Marriott Hotel Chains making a trip from DC to see you.  I still have my job and the hotel is still a Marriott so I guess we all did well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was really great and the hotel managers in my class loved her!  I think she will do very well for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Fairfield&lt;/span&gt; Brand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she'll need a extra person on her Brand Team?  (BIG smile)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26959403-6484734965006496571?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/6484734965006496571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=6484734965006496571' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/6484734965006496571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/6484734965006496571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-is-current-class-notice-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/ST9SACaS8gI/AAAAAAAAAaM/l67LVjSrk-o/s72-c/DSC03303.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-7617380354329991690</id><published>2008-12-07T11:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T12:14:45.502-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/STv8DmMe9JI/AAAAAAAAAaE/0SYzgIpoWpQ/s1600-h/DSC00042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/STv8DmMe9JI/AAAAAAAAAaE/0SYzgIpoWpQ/s320/DSC00042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277088527117382802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Missing Home.... The last time I was home on the farm was November 2007... over a year ago now.  I have a case of home sickness.  Now I know that three days on the farm and I will be more than ready to get the hell out of there, but right now I miss the sights, sounds, and friends there.  Most of the homesickness comes from the memories I have of growing up on the Kent farm, but those are just memories and they grow fonder with time.  Often the reality of the farm is not as appealing.  Plus I just do not have much in common with my family.  They dis-owned me for years and it, sad to say, had no effect on my life.  I had a difficult childhood.  My childhood best friend's Mom and Dad where more family than my own most of the time.  At 14 I started working (at the Chipley Motel) just to have more independence from my family.   Now that is not to say my parents were not good to me... they gave me everything  I could ask for and more.  They just did not have any idea how to relate to a gay son.  I did not make it easy for them either.  I was so full of emotions... and I focused all the negative one on them.  They got all the hate and frustration.  There was no one they could have turned to for help in such a small town, so they did the best they could.  I did the best I could too, I ran as fast and as far as I could as soon as I could.  Huntingdon, Chipola, UWF, North Carolina, Alabama, New Orleans, Pensacola, Arizona, Panama ... the list of places goes on and on...  Time flies when you are never in the same place more than a few years (or weeks) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still I get homesick for the farm.  Week after next I will make a trip down before Christmas.  I so want to go and dread it at the same time.  It is hard to make nice while I am there... and harder the older I get.  For years now every trip down I end-up with my feeling hurt and not wanting to return for a long time.  One of these trips I'll not be able to hold my tongue and say exactly what I feel and think.  Then I'll be dis-owned again for 10 more years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26959403-7617380354329991690?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/7617380354329991690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=7617380354329991690' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/7617380354329991690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/7617380354329991690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2008/12/missing-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/STv8DmMe9JI/AAAAAAAAAaE/0SYzgIpoWpQ/s72-c/DSC00042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-3978449385765941179</id><published>2008-12-04T15:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T15:31:31.032-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I am still on Tuesday!!!! The day did not end.... it just keeps going.  Awhhhhhhhhh!  Hey we fire at home!!!   Brian installed the fire-logs at home in one of the fireplace?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26959403-3978449385765941179?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/3978449385765941179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=3978449385765941179' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/3978449385765941179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/3978449385765941179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-think-i-am-still-on-tuesday-day-did.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-5342129193978148765</id><published>2008-12-02T15:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T16:10:12.814-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today the pilgrims are working threir way through the first days progresses. This fair cold day is befome long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26959403-5342129193978148765?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/5342129193978148765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=5342129193978148765' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/5342129193978148765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/5342129193978148765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2008/12/today-pilgrims-are-working-threir-way.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-2423548692936976157</id><published>2008-11-29T01:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T01:38:29.335-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, Thanksgiving came and went with much food and some friends.  The week seems to have sped by at a rapid pace.  It is time to pull everything together for the last group of pilgrims for the year.  As 2008 comes to a close I am left with an odd feeling... mixed feelings too.  While I really do enjoy the work I do, I just am not feeling the love.  In other words, I do such a consistently good job that no one seems to take notice anymore.  The fear that has everyone worried has not helped...  so the economy is down the drain.  Those who should be worried are the CEO's and Owners of companies... they are the ones not making the extra 5 million this coming year like they had hoped.   If they invested poorly, they may even lose a million or two.   So I ask why is the average executive so upset?  If you make less than $250,000 a year you will not even notice...  After all you not being able to buy the new Lexus next year is really low on your CEO's worry list...if at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real truth is that this is the times when savvy people make more wealth for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough with the economics lesson...  my feelings of neglect will lead me to a more profitable position for myself.  When I am happy I do not look for new opportunities...shame on me... when I am unhappy like now, I look each and every day for something better.   As much as I like what I do... there is always something I will like better out there if I just look for it.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/STDjT1_VD8I/AAAAAAAAATE/puJ34Vd5AWU/s1600-h/11Bridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/STDjT1_VD8I/AAAAAAAAATE/puJ34Vd5AWU/s320/11Bridge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273965093700571074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My advise is never burn your bridges (wolves are not chasing you)  but do not be afraid to cross new one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26959403-2423548692936976157?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/2423548692936976157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=2423548692936976157' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/2423548692936976157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/2423548692936976157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2008/11/well-thanksgiving-came-and-went-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/STDjT1_VD8I/AAAAAAAAATE/puJ34Vd5AWU/s72-c/11Bridge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-6967835723914877108</id><published>2008-11-26T12:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T12:34:01.834-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SS2FNWzvhTI/AAAAAAAAAS8/pyKvsHWBVMM/s1600-h/Canterbury_Tales.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SS2FNWzvhTI/AAAAAAAAAS8/pyKvsHWBVMM/s320/Canterbury_Tales.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273017203228116274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A spy must have been listening at the inn in Southwark, called the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tabard&lt;/span&gt;!  We are undone by their treachery or their careless  gossip.  It matters not which now in this late hour.  Yet with much additional hard work our event may be saved.  For an event we will have and all others shall fall short in compare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hail!  Our Ladies of the hour who will right this deed most foul.  An event, an event we still will have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Whan that Aprill with his shoures soote&lt;br /&gt;The droghte of March hath perced to the roote,&lt;br /&gt;And bathed every veyne in swich licour&lt;br /&gt;Of which vertu engendred is the flour,&lt;br /&gt;Whan Zephirus eek with his sweete breeth&lt;br /&gt;Inspired hath in every holt and heeth&lt;br /&gt;The tender croppes, and the yonge sonne&lt;br /&gt;Hath in the Ram his halve cours yronne,&lt;br /&gt;And smale foweles maken melodye,&lt;br /&gt;That slepen al the nyght with open ye&lt;br /&gt;(So priketh hem nature in hir corages),&lt;br /&gt;Thanne longen folk to goon on pilgrimages,&lt;br /&gt;And palmers for to seken straunge strondes,&lt;br /&gt;To ferne halwes, kowthe in sondry londes;&lt;br /&gt;And specially from every shires ende&lt;br /&gt;Of Engelond to Caunterbury they wende,&lt;br /&gt;The hooly blissful martir for to seke,&lt;br /&gt;That hem hath holpen whan that they were seeke.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26959403-6967835723914877108?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/6967835723914877108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=6967835723914877108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/6967835723914877108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/6967835723914877108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2008/11/spy-must-have-been-listening-at-inn-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SS2FNWzvhTI/AAAAAAAAAS8/pyKvsHWBVMM/s72-c/Canterbury_Tales.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-6298905939384937186</id><published>2008-11-18T09:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T10:24:49.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SSLavxLPdcI/AAAAAAAAAS0/PkGja8Di1QE/s1600-h/100fall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SSLavxLPdcI/AAAAAAAAAS0/PkGja8Di1QE/s320/100fall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270015028166096322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Fall!  It is odd that this year so many of our friends are heading out to do non-traditional Thanksgivings.  Cruises with the family, vacations without family, or just celebrating with friends.  For the last four years for me and the last 8 years for Brian tradition was not the same.  Mom made the holidays for my family and without her it just has not been the same.  I know for Brian it is much the same.  I have vacation the week of Thanksgiving but am not looking forward to it.  It will be a home coming but home was never a place I overly enjoyed.  Yes I miss my friends and some of my family and some of the places that remind me of childhood good time I once had there.  This is a time of giving thanks for all that we have and hold dear...  this year it is difficult to remember that and to remember those things in our life that we hold most dear...and no money is not one of those things... no matter how many friends think that is all I care about.   Odd that most of the things I am thankful of are my memories.  Fond memories, dear friends, and the light from within those are the things I am most thankful for this season.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26959403-6298905939384937186?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/6298905939384937186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=6298905939384937186' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/6298905939384937186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/6298905939384937186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-is-fall-it-is-odd-that-this-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SSLavxLPdcI/AAAAAAAAAS0/PkGja8Di1QE/s72-c/100fall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-2675517344620881335</id><published>2008-11-16T13:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T13:55:23.242-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Two days ago I had a very unfortunate case of mistaken identities.  Have you ever noticed how much the Egg&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nog&lt;/span&gt; and Egg beaters cartons look alike?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SSBpvZ5y0HI/AAAAAAAAASk/l1PsAwUMpfU/s1600-h/eggnog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SSBpvZ5y0HI/AAAAAAAAASk/l1PsAwUMpfU/s320/eggnog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269327827151540338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SSBpoUYap2I/AAAAAAAAASc/Y4NhxGQscfs/s1600-h/eggbeaters2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SSBpoUYap2I/AAAAAAAAASc/Y4NhxGQscfs/s320/eggbeaters2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269327705410283362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love Eggnog and like a cold glass of it in the mornings...well two days ago I must have been a little too sleepy still, because I poured myself a tumbler full of what I was sure was Eggnog...  A few seconds later I knew something was to right as I bent over the kitchen sink coughing...  The first thought was "so that is what eggnog taste like when it turns bad"  The truth hit me as I reached for the carton to see the expiration date and realize that it was egg beaters not eggnog...  I think that made me even sicker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So be warned!  Eggnog and Egg beaters are not the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26959403-2675517344620881335?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/2675517344620881335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=2675517344620881335' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/2675517344620881335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/2675517344620881335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2008/11/two-days-ago-i-had-very-unfortunate.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SSBpvZ5y0HI/AAAAAAAAASk/l1PsAwUMpfU/s72-c/eggnog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-8710906918386024737</id><published>2008-11-07T00:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T01:04:41.864-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First let me start by saying this is going to be a rant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not care what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;any one's&lt;/span&gt; opinions are concerning same-sex marriage.  The only opinion that concerns me is my own.  After reading a yahoo news link about the legal battle over this issue and seeing a map of the US with all the states that have band same-sex marriage in one way or another marked in red, I am now seeing red!  It is a sin for everyone of us that can read and write not to learn from our own history... to not see the same mistakes being made again and again... to listen to and follow anyone (including our Presidents and other leader...including religious ones too) that teaches, preaches, or wants us to HATE!  Yet a majority of Americans are doing just that.... sinning and following the twisted logic of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;those&lt;/span&gt; spreading hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slaves faced these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;same thing&lt;/span&gt;!  Supporters of slavery used religion. the Bible, fear, and yes, hate to lead others into supporting their views... Slavery way supported by as many pulpits as plantations in the South!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The right to vote was denied the fairer sex based on and supported by the same groups!  A good wife stayed at home and keep her house clean, raised her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;children&lt;/span&gt;, saw after the needs of her husband... and had no business &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;worrying&lt;/span&gt; about politics... that was for men... they would not understand it.... the bible says they should stand by their husband so they do not need a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;separate&lt;/span&gt; voice because a good wife supports her husband...  Preachers, husbands, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;politicians&lt;/span&gt; all supported keeping this right and this power from them... saying it was right because it is in the Bible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inter-racial couples... same thing (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;even though&lt;/span&gt; we in the US had millions of inter-racial &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;children&lt;/span&gt; from slavery)  It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; to sleep together, just not marry outside your race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Equal pay... still fighting that one!  but you do not hear about it anymore because it widely considered wrong and anyone doing it is a racist, sexist, or something &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;worst&lt;/span&gt;... so why is the average pay for minorities less for the same jobs...  Why do women on average make less for the same job and hold fewer high paying jobs than men in many fields like Science?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is wrong to discriminate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;against&lt;/span&gt; anyone!  And yes I am being discriminated against... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Even though&lt;/span&gt;, Brian and I have been together for 12 years, I have yet to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; the same tax breaks a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;heterosexual&lt;/span&gt; couple has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; for 12 years... we can not take each others name without paying for a legal name change... we have to have detailed legal wills to insure if one of us dies the other will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;inherit&lt;/span&gt;... we still after 12 years are not considered a family by the state and federal government that we pay taxes too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why should we stay and support a state or country that neither serve, nor protect us... in fact ... they have both worked very hard to pass law and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;amendments&lt;/span&gt; to discriminate against us.  England supports us.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Canada&lt;/span&gt; does too... and we could gain citizenship anywhere we wanted.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I do not care what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;any ones&lt;/span&gt; opinion is on this subject... I view anyone that has a differing view than 100 % zero discrimination as a sinner &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;themselves&lt;/span&gt;, a bigot, and a spreader of hate.  I have no room for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;discussion&lt;/span&gt; on the issue of same-sex marriage... and while I maybe polite and not say it to your face...I have said what I think here.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am being discriminated against! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a fact for me not just an opinion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26959403-8710906918386024737?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/8710906918386024737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=8710906918386024737' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/8710906918386024737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/8710906918386024737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2008/11/first-let-me-start-by-saying-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-5017638713039741240</id><published>2008-11-06T08:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T09:05:09.542-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SRL2heaFy8I/AAAAAAAAASU/YBZfM8D4ZmU/s1600-h/EGrande.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265541969308142530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SRL2heaFy8I/AAAAAAAAASU/YBZfM8D4ZmU/s320/EGrande.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday was one of the longest days!  After leaving Atlanta in a 15 passenger van that had bad shocks and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;shaky&lt;/span&gt; driver at 6am .... we arrived for our company's retreat, team building, "what brown can do for you", time to reflex and plan... other wised known as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Destin&lt;/span&gt;, Florida.  I grew up by this place so it was no big surprise, but everyone kept going on about the beaches... well for all my Florida friends this is it!  It is a sand-bar in the bay... not on the gulf and not really a beach... no sand castles did I build.  The condo was very nice even if they did pack up 4 to a condo (three bed room condo)  sorry for the guy on the sofa.... maybe next year man.  We had our state of the company talk yesterday and there was really nothing new and last night we had the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;recognition&lt;/span&gt; dinner... it was all sea-food...with one chicken dish.  The meal was fine the sales teams worm introductions were heart felt, but the rest was just a little over the top... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; that was an understatement.  So afterwards I had two glasses of wine and a beer to easy my spirit and slipped away from what appeared to be an all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nighter&lt;/span&gt; at Harry T's around midnight.  It was good to just get away from the crowd that really included many I would never invite into my own home (followers exception).  And now I am getting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ready&lt;/span&gt; for what I am sure will be a fun filed day of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;team building&lt;/span&gt;  craziness.... yea me!&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/26959403-5017638713039741240?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/5017638713039741240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=5017638713039741240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/5017638713039741240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/5017638713039741240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2008/11/yesterday-was-one-of-longest-days-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SRL2heaFy8I/AAAAAAAAASU/YBZfM8D4ZmU/s72-c/EGrande.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-3591576308470634861</id><published>2008-11-03T09:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T10:29:26.689-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SQ8Q1FfYBlI/AAAAAAAAASM/JZdZv5Mbp8M/s1600-h/follower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SQ8Q1FfYBlI/AAAAAAAAASM/JZdZv5Mbp8M/s320/follower.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264444993612285522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a follower!  I know a few friends read this blog and I get the odd comment here and there, but know I have someone that has stood up and said I follow this blog... well I have heard she has an addiction... but I do have to say I like the new feature... or old one I never knew was there.  I can follow others blogs now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is funny how blogs have changed.  When I started, late in the game as it was, I wanted everyone to read my ideas and views on the world around me... now I have just put both my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;myspace&lt;/span&gt; accounts to private... and deleted many friends that were only people I had worked with.  It was like a light bulb coming on... I would not want these people in my home, why would I want them to know what I share with my friends and family.   There are very few I work with here in Atlanta that I would invite into my home.  Sad to say that I have many more co-workers that live from Seattle to DC who are welcome.  This fact is reflected in many ways with my work.  The local company I work directly with has changed so much in the last 8 years.  Unfortunately, the changes are not for the good.  When I started in 2000, people really cared about and mentored each other and their staffs.  Their culture was more than words... you did not have to be told what it was you could see it in each person, in each action the company took.  What the company was doing was communicated to each person at the same time.  Everyone was proud to recommend the places and things we did.  Those days are only memories now for the few that still hang on... hang in there.... hoping that things will improve... that the spark will return again.  Now the company is all about profit first and foremost.  At the expense of everything else... their culture, their people, their dignity... none of that matters now.   90 days of "vacation" every five years can not make up for no pay increases for 5 of 9 years I will have worked for them, December 2009 when next I can receive an increase.  It is not all about the money even though this is a business for me as well as them.  Like any business venture, there comes a time when no matter how much you love it, you have to move on or go under.  I have never been one to run a business into the ground... not ones I have managed for others nor ones I managed for myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That time is here now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26959403-3591576308470634861?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/3591576308470634861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=3591576308470634861' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/3591576308470634861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/3591576308470634861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-have-follower-i-know-few-friends-read.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SQ8Q1FfYBlI/AAAAAAAAASM/JZdZv5Mbp8M/s72-c/follower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-1592158466797520668</id><published>2008-11-01T12:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T13:01:13.214-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SQyY7tjvVqI/AAAAAAAAARw/QvybPfHnWAk/s1600-h/newhearth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SQyY7tjvVqI/AAAAAAAAARw/QvybPfHnWAk/s400/newhearth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263750216098469538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There is nothing better than a fresh new fire to warm your hearth until spring.     ummmm warmth!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26959403-1592158466797520668?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/1592158466797520668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=1592158466797520668' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/1592158466797520668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/1592158466797520668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2008/11/there-is-nothing-better-than-fresh-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SQyY7tjvVqI/AAAAAAAAARw/QvybPfHnWAk/s72-c/newhearth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-6480566377608152835</id><published>2008-10-19T17:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T18:06:01.116-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Remember the reason for the Season'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SPu87FNwseI/AAAAAAAAARo/nBCiPxFvocY/s1600-h/Hallow2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SPu87FNwseI/AAAAAAAAARo/nBCiPxFvocY/s400/Hallow2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259004713083384290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Halloween's origins date back to the ancient Celtic festival of Samhain (pronounced sow-in).  &lt;p&gt;The Celts, who lived 2,000 years ago in the area that is now Ireland, the United Kingdom, and northern France, celebrated their new year on November 1. This day marked the end of summer and the harvest and the beginning of the dark, cold winter, a time of year that was often associated with human death. Celts believed that on the night before the new year, the boundary between the worlds of the living and the dead became blurred. On the night of October 31, they celebrated Samhain, when it was believed that the ghosts of the dead returned to earth. In addition to causing trouble and damaging crops, Celts thought that the presence of the otherworldly spirits made it easier for the Druids, or Celtic priests, to make predictions about the future. For a people entirely dependent on the volatile natural world, these prophecies were an important source of comfort and direction during the long, dark winter.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;To commemorate the event, Druids built huge sacred bonfires, where the people gathered to burn crops and animals as sacrifices to the Celtic deities.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;During the celebration, the Celts wore costumes, typically consisting of animal heads and skins, and attempted to tell each other's fortunes. When the celebration was over, they re-lit their hearth fires, which they had extinguished earlier that evening, from the sacred bonfire to help protect them during the coming winter.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;By A.D. 43, Romans had conquered the majority of Celtic territory. In the course of the four hundred years that they ruled the Celtic lands, two festivals of Roman origin were combined with the traditional Celtic celebration of Samhain.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The first was Feralia, a day in late October when the Romans traditionally commemorated the passing of the dead. The second was a day to honor Pomona, the Roman goddess of fruit and trees. The symbol of Pomona is the apple and the incorporation of this celebration into Samhain probably explains the tradition of "bobbing" for apples that is practiced today on Halloween.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;By the 800s, the influence of Christianity had spread into Celtic lands. In the seventh century, Pope Boniface IV designated November 1 All Saints' Day, a time to honor saints and martyrs. It is widely believed today that the pope was attempting to replace the Celtic festival of the dead with a related, but church-sanctioned holiday. The celebration was also called All-hallows or All-hallowmas (from Middle English Alholowmesse meaning All Saints' Day) and the night before it, the night of Samhain, began to be called All-hallows Eve and, eventually, Halloween. Even later, in A.D. 1000, the church would make November 2 All Souls' Day, a day to honor the dead. It was celebrated similarly to Samhain, with big bonfires, parades, and dressing up in costumes as saints, angels, and devils. Together, the three celebrations, the eve of All Saints', All Saints', and All Souls', were called Hallowmas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26959403-6480566377608152835?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/6480566377608152835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=6480566377608152835' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/6480566377608152835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/6480566377608152835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloweens-origins-date-back-to-ancient.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SPu87FNwseI/AAAAAAAAARo/nBCiPxFvocY/s72-c/Hallow2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-2886255623151216492</id><published>2008-10-08T10:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T10:30:07.239-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SOzRqA2jAlI/AAAAAAAAARg/h7r2ZdQzXfI/s1600-h/hocuspocus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254805384948023890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SOzRqA2jAlI/AAAAAAAAARg/h7r2ZdQzXfI/s400/hocuspocus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks, Bec!  That is a great second movie... This can be a movie-thon ... What are some of the other great -ween movies?  And what dates work?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26959403-2886255623151216492?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/2886255623151216492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=2886255623151216492' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/2886255623151216492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/2886255623151216492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2008/10/thanks-bec-that-is-great-second-movie.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SOzRqA2jAlI/AAAAAAAAARg/h7r2ZdQzXfI/s72-c/hocuspocus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-6118731697745328522</id><published>2008-10-06T22:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T22:39:36.407-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SOrZyd6quoI/AAAAAAAAARY/ALw7whA0bEU/s1600-h/PM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SOrZyd6quoI/AAAAAAAAARY/ALw7whA0bEU/s400/PM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254251376328489602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is my favorite time of the year again!  Anyone up for a movie night?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26959403-6118731697745328522?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/6118731697745328522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=6118731697745328522' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/6118731697745328522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/6118731697745328522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2008/10/it-is-my-favorite-time-of-year-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SOrZyd6quoI/AAAAAAAAARY/ALw7whA0bEU/s72-c/PM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-5796713306957988922</id><published>2008-10-05T22:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T22:09:23.375-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SOl_Xu7Pc8I/AAAAAAAAARQ/CaTlNAa6t-8/s1600-h/2818073459_a889e42bcd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SOl_Xu7Pc8I/AAAAAAAAARQ/CaTlNAa6t-8/s320/2818073459_a889e42bcd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253870486014620610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Has anyone seen the new HBO series True Blood?  It is a real treat... mixing racial issues with homo-phobia issues, with all kinds of hate crimes in the context of what if vampires came out of the coffin (out into the open).  There are so many plays on issues from religious extremest, to equal rights activist...  I have enjoyed myself watching it...  It shows the best and more often the worst we can be to each other... mostly over our on fears, but rationalized with traditions or faith or dogma... I am sure those that need to see it will not watch it, but I am enjoying it very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26959403-5796713306957988922?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/5796713306957988922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=5796713306957988922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/5796713306957988922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/5796713306957988922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2008/10/has-anyone-seen-new-hbo-series-true.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SOl_Xu7Pc8I/AAAAAAAAARQ/CaTlNAa6t-8/s72-c/2818073459_a889e42bcd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-7071214734698743960</id><published>2008-10-04T12:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T23:48:57.298-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SObt6lCjPwI/AAAAAAAAARI/rPUzMwN9U2A/s1600-h/greekgods.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SObt6lCjPwI/AAAAAAAAARI/rPUzMwN9U2A/s320/greekgods.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253147606005268226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am going to ask a loaded question...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about the 2000+ years of man before the God of the Bible?  I know man was around longer than 2000BC... but what about their souls...spirits...beliefs...and here comes the loaded part... their gods?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the Bible says Jesus' death forgave all the sins of man that came before.... they had no knowledge of our God nor our heaven.  In the bible it also says we should have no gods before God...  which means it is building on the belief in other gods to start with...and many places in the bible reference other religions of the time... meaning it is building our religion on what came before.  The bible compares Christianity by saying it is the true and only religion to these other faiths and followings of the ancient times.  I know, many of you are already pulling up quotes from the Bible to explain away all these questions... save your time.  I did not go to seminary school for 2 and 1/2 years not to know that for every point in the Bible there is at least another verse to counter it. (many times 10 or more)  I am looking for what makes one religion more valid than another, one faith stronger than the next, and if the gods and faiths that came before are not real than why include their gods character (s) into the stories in our Bible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again with the loaded part, and why the proof you are so sure of does not translate over into the many different beliefs and churches of Christianity... which is the true one... Baptist, Catholic, LDS (Latter Day Saints)... the list goes on and on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happens when you unpack and find an old study bible with lots of long forgotten notes poking out of it at midnight under a new moon.... burning questions (pardon the pun)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26959403-7071214734698743960?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/7071214734698743960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=7071214734698743960' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/7071214734698743960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/7071214734698743960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-going-to-ask-loaded-question.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SObt6lCjPwI/AAAAAAAAARI/rPUzMwN9U2A/s72-c/greekgods.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-1292509735752433821</id><published>2008-09-23T04:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T04:39:57.794-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SNi5JG-TjEI/AAAAAAAAARA/oJh3tZrc_zU/s1600-h/2606188895_26fb3f0b25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SNi5JG-TjEI/AAAAAAAAARA/oJh3tZrc_zU/s320/2606188895_26fb3f0b25.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249148931842214978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell Week...Day Three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all I am saying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26959403-1292509735752433821?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/1292509735752433821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=1292509735752433821' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/1292509735752433821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/1292509735752433821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2008/09/hell-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SNi5JG-TjEI/AAAAAAAAARA/oJh3tZrc_zU/s72-c/2606188895_26fb3f0b25.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-5886291853749149733</id><published>2008-09-21T21:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T22:00:56.110-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blast from the past... Darryl thpmson'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is truly amazing what you can find on the internet.  An old friend (there is much more that I will not retell here, but a few close friends will know the entire history) is living his dream and doing amazing things.  Despite what some may think, I was incredibly happy for him when I read this staff detail sheet.  ... so much so I posted it on my blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Bravo, Bravo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SNcHx6Gys7I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Iyw3L-mZ6_Y/s1600-h/Thompson-web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SNcHx6Gys7I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Iyw3L-mZ6_Y/s320/Thompson-web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248672444716331954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Darryl H. Thompson is an Assistant Professor in the Department of Music and Drama. He received his Master of Fine Art degree from the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;University&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;  of &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Florida&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. He teaches Stage Diction, Stage Movement, Acting Styles and Directing. He is trained in the systems of Arthur Lessac, The Alexander Technique, Constantine Stanislavski, Michael Chekhov, Sanford Meisner, and Anne Bogart. &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;    As an actor, Mr. Thompson has an extensive resume with such roles as Tom in &lt;em style=""&gt;The Glass Menagerie&lt;/em&gt;, Jonathan in &lt;em style=""&gt;Arsenic and Old Lace&lt;/em&gt;, Emcee in &lt;em style=""&gt;Cabaret, &lt;/em&gt;Arnold in &lt;em style=""&gt;The Boys N&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em style=""&gt;ext Door,&lt;/em&gt; Scrooge in &lt;em style=""&gt;The Christmas Carol, &lt;/em&gt;the world premier of &lt;em style=""&gt;BING, BANG, BOOM, &lt;/em&gt;Brother Boy in &lt;em style=""&gt;Sordid Lives&lt;/em&gt;, Crumpet the Elf in &lt;em style=""&gt;Santaland Diaries&lt;/em&gt;, and toured in Greece as Adam in &lt;em style=""&gt;As You Like It&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;   &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;    Directing credits include, &lt;em style=""&gt;The Laramie Project&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em style=""&gt;‘night Mother&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em style=""&gt;Rumors&lt;/em&gt;, The&lt;em style=""&gt; Tempest&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em style=""&gt;The Chalky White Substance&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em style=""&gt;Unheard Voices: the slaves’ narratives&lt;/em&gt;, and &lt;em style=""&gt;Lost In Yonkers&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;    He has also worked with several Broadway and Hollywood talents including Larry Alford, Marvin Hamlisch, Jonathan Demme, Peter Palmer, Ken Howard, and Yanci Bukovec, and the &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;New York&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; based Shakespeare Aquila Theatre Company.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    Mr. Thompson is the Vice President of Houston Theatre Company, Unhinged Productions, and serves as Director of Grants.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26959403-5886291853749149733?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/5886291853749149733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=5886291853749149733' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/5886291853749149733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/5886291853749149733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2008/09/it-is-truly-amazing-what-you-can-find.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SNcHx6Gys7I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Iyw3L-mZ6_Y/s72-c/Thompson-web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-2786229268360018893</id><published>2008-09-21T17:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T17:03:08.364-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SNbEk7GZZCI/AAAAAAAAAQw/VeOWbg5LlaY/s1600-h/240547731_21e49a4c10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SNbEk7GZZCI/AAAAAAAAAQw/VeOWbg5LlaY/s320/240547731_21e49a4c10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248598554365748258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giant Sequoias... it's not a toy cabin... they are just that damn big.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26959403-2786229268360018893?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/2786229268360018893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=2786229268360018893' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/2786229268360018893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/2786229268360018893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2008/09/giant-sequoias.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SNbEk7GZZCI/AAAAAAAAAQw/VeOWbg5LlaY/s72-c/240547731_21e49a4c10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-8001904246847192925</id><published>2008-09-18T13:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T13:44:32.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SNKfri8rhQI/AAAAAAAAAQo/2yU_YirLJ08/s1600-h/redwood-trees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247432086304556290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SNKfri8rhQI/AAAAAAAAAQo/2yU_YirLJ08/s320/redwood-trees.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday a friend reminded me of one of those places that hold great wonder for me and for many... the Great Redwood Forests.  There is such power in these places... the power of centuries of nature doing what nature does best...growing.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend has been blessed to have touched the past and felt the power of all those years, and by sharing her experience has also sparked new desires in me to visit these sacred giants of the past, present and future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26959403-8001904246847192925?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/8001904246847192925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=8001904246847192925' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/8001904246847192925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/8001904246847192925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2008/09/yesterday-friend-reminded-me-of-one-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SNKfri8rhQI/AAAAAAAAAQo/2yU_YirLJ08/s72-c/redwood-trees.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-1467030207053798940</id><published>2008-09-17T20:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T13:28:42.704-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SNKdyxSaFBI/AAAAAAAAAQg/9rMRncCGSsM/s1600-h/Gods2.GIF"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247430011389613074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SNKdyxSaFBI/AAAAAAAAAQg/9rMRncCGSsM/s400/Gods2.GIF" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SNGsJ2ZQdpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/lWsleOrLTC0/s1600-h/Gods.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;A Family Tree for the&lt;br /&gt;Greek Ancient Religion&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/26959403-1467030207053798940?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/1467030207053798940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=1467030207053798940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/1467030207053798940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/1467030207053798940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2008/09/family-tree-for-greek-ancient-religion.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SNKdyxSaFBI/AAAAAAAAAQg/9rMRncCGSsM/s72-c/Gods2.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-3852670065484526239</id><published>2008-09-15T22:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T22:38:07.931-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SM8pBs7iDqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/ohHE4RZSY24/s1600-h/35289048_deee47ea05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SM8pBs7iDqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/ohHE4RZSY24/s320/35289048_deee47ea05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246457200127381154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The power of the sea has such a draw of it's own.  What a perfect location for a &lt;span class="hw"&gt;mandala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love this one and wish I could wind it's paths to find my circle within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26959403-3852670065484526239?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/3852670065484526239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=3852670065484526239' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/3852670065484526239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/3852670065484526239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2008/09/power-of-sea-has-such-draw-of-its-own.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SM8pBs7iDqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/ohHE4RZSY24/s72-c/35289048_deee47ea05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-7379121377101224447</id><published>2008-09-11T22:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T22:11:00.994-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SMndJrGdYyI/AAAAAAAAAQI/doc6pexYkr8/s1600-h/fig061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SMndJrGdYyI/AAAAAAAAAQI/doc6pexYkr8/s400/fig061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244966399308030754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I would love to use the pattern (in the brick work) on my lower patio.&lt;br /&gt;What think thee?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26959403-7379121377101224447?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/7379121377101224447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=7379121377101224447' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/7379121377101224447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/7379121377101224447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-would-love-to-use-pattern-in-brick.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SMndJrGdYyI/AAAAAAAAAQI/doc6pexYkr8/s72-c/fig061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-8427624581360358853</id><published>2008-09-10T18:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T18:35:27.166-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Run.....'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SMhZZH7ISfI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Lg2tZ_3813M/s1600-h/2648885549_3512d856fb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SMhZZH7ISfI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Lg2tZ_3813M/s400/2648885549_3512d856fb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244540054231599602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the barking cows again!  No where is safe....just run.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26959403-8427624581360358853?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/8427624581360358853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=8427624581360358853' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/8427624581360358853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/8427624581360358853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2008/09/it-barking-cows-again-no-where-is-safe.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SMhZZH7ISfI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Lg2tZ_3813M/s72-c/2648885549_3512d856fb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-8077723722370690875</id><published>2008-09-09T22:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T23:03:42.911-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SMdDvKjP7fI/AAAAAAAAAP4/kIohs3znae4/s1600-h/2160206758_9afa866df7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SMdDvKjP7fI/AAAAAAAAAP4/kIohs3znae4/s320/2160206758_9afa866df7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244234768661343730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is the rain that makes me miss the farm.  Lazy summer days (yes hot) and the wonderful 15 minutes shower every afternoon that would cool everything off... watching the rain and day dreaming with nothing to do and no where to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I completely understand why Mom like it so... the peace and slower pace of life (and everything else)  down on the Kent Farm is so relaxing...  I have only been one other place that reminded me of it... the Fairfield Farm in Hume, VA.... only it was not as beautiful... and not home.  Climbing the 200 year old oaks or just walking down the dirt roads... playing in the fields... or shooting the cows with bee-bee guns until me and Kevin got caught... running from barking cows in the woods... hanging out in the old hay barns... having to cut the front yard...which was 10 acres and took two days on a riding mower...  all the little things I miss from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I'll move back... one day my family will call me to move back... one day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26959403-8077723722370690875?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/8077723722370690875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=8077723722370690875' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/8077723722370690875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/8077723722370690875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2008/09/it-is-rain-that-makes-me-miss-farm.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SMdDvKjP7fI/AAAAAAAAAP4/kIohs3znae4/s72-c/2160206758_9afa866df7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-8426678606838696810</id><published>2008-09-08T21:40:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T22:35:10.099-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SMXuG1SMVQI/AAAAAAAAAPY/cB0miwe7Q8U/s1600-h/ev1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SMXuG1SMVQI/AAAAAAAAAPY/cB0miwe7Q8U/s200/ev1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243859142292821250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should start by saying I am stepping up on the soapbox now!  The subject of electric vehicles (EVs) has been on my mind for some time now.  It makes me very angry with BIG business and with the average person who believes everything the media says...  First I will start with this drilling for more (closer to shore) oil... yes there is oil there, yes we could drill for it, yes on the other side there would be accidents and spills and clean-up and damage to the eco-systems that are there... both sides have very good points.  The only think that get me hot about it is who will profit from this oil.... will oil companies promise to&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SMXuPb4Q1DI/AAAAAAAAAPg/xOn-pzfXMpY/s1600-h/1223100931_f445880955.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SMXuPb4Q1DI/AAAAAAAAAPg/xOn-pzfXMpY/s200/1223100931_f445880955.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243859290092000306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; lower the price of gas below $2.00 a gallon if we let them drill and sell that oil... will the government drill it itself and give it to the needy or use it to control the price of gas by flooding the market with it when the price goes up...  to all of these you know that answers are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO! &lt;/span&gt;The oil companies will profit from it, the government will help them do so and say it is to help the economy (funny since the oil companies are the only segment that has been making record profits the last 3 years.)  You and I will still be paying $5.00 a gallon for gas because the truth is the price is not fixed to the price of a barrel of oil...never has been.  If you need proof then the % of the increase in a gallon of gas would equal the % increase in a barrel of oil...  you can look up those numbers for yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(I say no to giving the oil companies any more unless they agree to fix the price of gas... there is only one thing that scares the Big Energy Companies more than the gas price regulations...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SMXuc-60RzI/AAAAAAAAAPo/vhiGUJt67v4/s1600-h/Ford_Think_City_2000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SMXuc-60RzI/AAAAAAAAAPo/vhiGUJt67v4/s200/Ford_Think_City_2000.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243859522836252466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That brings me to the second thing: Why can American car companies make EVs when it is the law but have to develope them for 2 years when it is not required by law?  The California law that required every car company to offer one EV (zero emissions) to sell any cars in that state was amazing!  Ford, Toyota, and GM all three produced EVs for the CA market as if over night... and when the law was repealed all pulled their EVs with claims like they were unsafe, too expensive to keep up over the long term, not enough demand to support the line... I love all of these because... I still see the Pintos on the road that explode if you hit them... no one recalled and did a mass crushing of them... I do not think I ever saw an EV1 explode.  Next, when has a car company ever cared how much you are going to spend to repair you old car? (That would be NEVER) and I love that each&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SMXuyp49rJI/AAAAAAAAAPw/KzpU8IaBHRI/s1600-h/crushed-ev1-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SMXuyp49rJI/AAAAAAAAAPw/KzpU8IaBHRI/s200/crushed-ev1-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243859895148457106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; company the produced an EV for the CA... only release the minimum amount required by law and each had a wait list of people wanting those cars and now the Rav4 s sell on ebay "used" for 20,000 more than when they were new... that does not sound like a lack of demand.  It sounds like a lack of supply!  So why are the car companies so afraid of EVs?  If you follow the money (much like you can in DC to find the rats) it leads right back to the Big Oil Companies....  That is why you hear all this talk about Hybrid now not all electrics...  The demand is so high that they are having to give something and they have to spin it like they are doing the right (green) thing... Well this is a wakeup call!  Electric Cars came first...before the combustion (gas) cars...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly hate the Oil Companies (all of them) and hope I see them all out of business in my lifetime!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26959403-8426678606838696810?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/8426678606838696810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=8426678606838696810' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/8426678606838696810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/8426678606838696810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-should-start-by-saying-i-am-stepping.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SMXuG1SMVQI/AAAAAAAAAPY/cB0miwe7Q8U/s72-c/ev1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-4665774060199359064</id><published>2008-09-07T21:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T21:58:11.437-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SMSPWPVe_JI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/mFRO2Gna1cM/s1600-h/13421838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SMSPWPVe_JI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/mFRO2Gna1cM/s320/13421838.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243473478402636946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last night, after the party was over and all the guest had left, I turned on the television for some down time about midnight (or later)  I happened into this movie in the middle and was captured.  Mrs. Palfrey at the Claremont sucked me in with its charming London scenes... plus I love Joan Plowright.  It was not the light, mindless show I was searching for but I could not turn away.  So many things in the movie made me think of Mom, and Grandmother Kent, and how family can become an ugly word.  The idea of being more attached to your 'family' of friends than your blood family stuck very close to home for me... too true it is for me.  What do you do when you have little in common with your family, other than the blood in your veins?  Should you feel bad when you call or email a friend half way around the world twice a week but you have not called or seen you brother who is only 6 hours away in 10 months? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must buy the movie now and see it from the beginning.  There are very few movies that move me  as deeply as this one  has.  I weeped for the last 5 minutes of the movies  and into the credits... yes I know many of you will think that is just me... and it may have been that it was just too much to drink and being drained by the party ... but I am not talking a single tear, like Titanic... it was uncontrollable sobs... Brian did not even pick on me for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie has been on my mind for 24 hours now... I just can not get all the horrid questions about family verses the family we make for ourselves out of my head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26959403-4665774060199359064?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/4665774060199359064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=4665774060199359064' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/4665774060199359064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/4665774060199359064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2008/09/last-night-after-party-was-over-and-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SMSPWPVe_JI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/mFRO2Gna1cM/s72-c/13421838.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-6593267011936509738</id><published>2008-09-05T22:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T22:50:04.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SMH9kx0hEyI/AAAAAAAAAPI/aEwPR6rlRjg/s1600-h/atlantis6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SMH9kx0hEyI/AAAAAAAAAPI/aEwPR6rlRjg/s320/atlantis6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242750249526694690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="blogsubject"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Anquietas;font-size:130%;"&gt;Dragon.con 2008 &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="blogcontent"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Anquietas;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, where do I begin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First with the panels we saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Torchwood: Gareth David Lloyd and Anthony Lewis. Gareth told some amazing stories and all I am going to say is he can text me any of those pictures...anytime. It was a great panel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep Space 9: Avery Brooks seemed to be stoned out of his mind. I felt bad for the other stars on the panel. enough said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andromeda Reunion: Kevin Sorbo is very full of himself, but also very funny. He likes to tell off-color jokes... some funny, some no so much... over all good panel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the stars we just met because I happened to be in the right place at the right time...&lt;br /&gt;I held the door open for Adam West (Batman). It pays to be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in James Marsters (Spike) entourage...we crossed the street together. He was very nice, but much shorter in person. James is also very grey, but his leg has healed nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we were in Michael Rosenbaum's (Lex) entourage at the very same crossing. Michael was also very nice, very thin and looks much better and younger with hair. He is totally addicted to his i-Phone...and he has a nice ass...never thought about it but his is a sexy bad guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw many, many more stars... some looked like they did (Erin Grey (from Buck Rogers)...amazing) and some that looked their age... Lou is still BIG! (just not green)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian and I had a great time, but missed both Bec and Tracey... Next year you both have to come...no excuses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26959403-6593267011936509738?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/6593267011936509738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=6593267011936509738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/6593267011936509738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/6593267011936509738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2008/09/dragon.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SMH9kx0hEyI/AAAAAAAAAPI/aEwPR6rlRjg/s72-c/atlantis6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-3519043393099896278</id><published>2008-07-30T13:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:22:34.284-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Last week the topic of stained glass came up while I was talking with one of our shire mates. In the late 80's I worked with Bob Chipman in Montgomery where I helped design and make stained glass windows. Ok, I did most of the dirty jobs like sealing the windows, but I did enjoy the work and the company. I learned an incrediable amount stained glass work and repair from Bob during my time in Montgomery. The idea of me teaching a class on period stain glass also come up. How many would be interested in taking a class? To design and make a small window (maybe 18x18 inches). It would be a hands on class (the way I learned), but observers would also be welcomed. How does this sound? Does anyone do period stained glass work in the area?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Creating stained glass windows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The first stage in the production of a window is to make, or acquire from the architect or owners of the building, an accurate template of the window opening that the glass is to fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The subject matter of the window is determined to suit the location, a particular theme, or the whim of the patron. A small design called a Vidimus is prepared which can be shown to the patron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;A traditional narrative window has panels which relate a story. A figurative window could have rows of saints or dignitories. Scriptural texts or mottoes are sometimes included and perhaps the names of the patrons or the person as whose memorial the window is dedicated. In a window of a traditional type, it is usually at the discretion of the designer to fill the surrounding areas with borders, floral motifs and canopies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;A full sized cartoon is drawn for every "light" (opening) of the window. A small church window might typically be of two lights, with some simple tracery lights above. A large window might have four or five lights. The east or west window of a large cathedral might have seven lights in three tiers with elaborate tracery. In Medieval times the cartoon was drawn straight onto a whitewashed table, which was then used for cutting, painting and assembling the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The designer must take into account the design, the structure of the window, the nature and size of the glass available and his own preferred technique. The cartoon is then be divided into a patchwork as a template for each small glass piece. The exact position of the lead which holds the glass in place is part of the calculated visual effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Each piece of glass is selected for the desired colour and cut to match a section of the template. An exact fit is ensured by grozing the edges with a tool which can nibble off small pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Details of faces, hair and hands can be painted onto the inner surface of the glass in a special glass paint which contains finely ground lead or copper filings, ground glass, gum arabic and a medium such as wine, vinegar or (traditionally) urine. The art of painting details became increasingly elaborate and reached its height in the early 20th century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Once the window is cut and painted, the pieces are assembled by slotting them into H-sectioned lead cames. The joints are then all soldered together and the glass pieces are stopped from rattling and the window made weatherproof by forcing a soft oily cement or mastic between the glass and the cames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Traditionally, when the windows were inserted into the window spaces, iron rods were put across at various points, to support the weight of the window, which was tied to the rods by copper wire. Some very large early Gothic windows are divided into sections by heavy metal frames called ferramenta. This method of support was also favoured for large, usually painted, windows of the Baroque period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;From 1300 onwards, artists started using silver stain which was made with silver nitrate. It gave a yellow effect ranging from pale lemon to deep orange. It was usually painted onto the outside of a piece of glass, then fired to make it permanent. This yellow was particularly useful for enhancing borders, canopies and haloes, and turning blue glass into green glass for green grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;By about 1450 a stain known as Cousin's rose was used to enhance flesh tones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;In the 1500s a range of glass stains were introduced, most of them coloured by ground glass particles. They were a form of enamel. Painting on glass with these stains was initially used for small heraldic designs and other details. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SJC1A2sKNsI/AAAAAAAAAPA/fFTQelgAUa4/s1600-h/Canterbury_Cathedral_011_Medieval_glass_Thomas_a_Becket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228878193662506690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SJC1A2sKNsI/AAAAAAAAAPA/fFTQelgAUa4/s200/Canterbury_Cathedral_011_Medieval_glass_Thomas_a_Becket.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Detail from Canterbury Cathedral, 13th c., showing Thomas Becket&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stained_glass"&gt;Source Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26959403-3519043393099896278?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/3519043393099896278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=3519043393099896278' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/3519043393099896278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/3519043393099896278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2008/07/last-week-topic-of-stained-glass-came.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SJC1A2sKNsI/AAAAAAAAAPA/fFTQelgAUa4/s72-c/Canterbury_Cathedral_011_Medieval_glass_Thomas_a_Becket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-4805180355174197766</id><published>2008-07-30T10:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:22:34.695-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SJCLQMI906I/AAAAAAAAAOw/4rwdwwOdfo8/s1600-h/london.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228832277630145442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SJCLQMI906I/AAAAAAAAAOw/4rwdwwOdfo8/s320/london.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today Isabella returns from London. Leaving her new home for her old. Some how that seems backwards but I think she will see London again. While I have missed my dear friend greatly these 7 months, part of me wishes she had stayed in England. I have to remind myself that just because I could never be happy living in Chipley she may. I know she will have a hard time slowing down to the small town life again, but maybe she'll discover some of the hidden joys of the peacefull country life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SJCR5SsmgDI/AAAAAAAAAO4/RkeuLXklU5s/s1600-h/chipley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228839580834627634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SJCR5SsmgDI/AAAAAAAAAO4/RkeuLXklU5s/s200/chipley.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/26959403-4805180355174197766?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/4805180355174197766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=4805180355174197766' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/4805180355174197766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/4805180355174197766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2008/07/today-isabella-returns-from-london.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SJCLQMI906I/AAAAAAAAAOw/4rwdwwOdfo8/s72-c/london.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-7696710210464715694</id><published>2008-07-29T13:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:22:34.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SI9i200z8zI/AAAAAAAAAOg/eMLnpGHSj-A/s1600-h/Quite+Dawn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228506386433045298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SI9i200z8zI/AAAAAAAAAOg/eMLnpGHSj-A/s320/Quite+Dawn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realized last night why I enjoy the dawn so much. For all my friends that know I am no lover of getting out of bed before noon if I do not have to... this may come as a surprise that I love watching the quite dawn. The peace of this time of the day seems to stay with me for the rest of the day... filling me we a calm that escapes my simple words. Quite, clam, peaceful, beautiful, still, a time that no other shares, alone but in a good way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night I took in a movie (Wanted) and on my way home at midnight on a work day, the streets were empty and the air was cool. No one else seemed to be awake. I felt the world sleep in a peace that no city can have during the light of day. This all reminded be that when I was a night auditor for hotels in college, how much I enjoyed getting off at dawn in the winter months, with the sun just peeking over the trees and building... it was the end of my work day... like 5 o'clock for other jobs. The joy of being off and the promise of a new day to make my own combined. I still enjoy this part of the day/night as I did back then... Of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;neither&lt;/span&gt; night nor day but tied to both. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watched the sun rise this morning for almost two hours. From misty cool blues to the first red rays of light. It was so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;incredible&lt;/span&gt;... I know I will never have the words to express the true &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;vistage&lt;/span&gt; or all the wonderful feelings and emotions that it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;stirs&lt;/span&gt; within me. I am not a creature of the night nor of the day... I am a creature of the dawn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26959403-7696710210464715694?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/7696710210464715694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=7696710210464715694' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/7696710210464715694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/7696710210464715694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-realized-last-night-why-i-enjoy-dawn.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SI9i200z8zI/AAAAAAAAAOg/eMLnpGHSj-A/s72-c/Quite+Dawn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-1381341116862945883</id><published>2008-07-27T13:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:22:35.209-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SI9o2D-89jI/AAAAAAAAAOo/MZedYJNLM7M/s1600-h/ShakespeareTavern.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228512970392008242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SI9o2D-89jI/AAAAAAAAAOo/MZedYJNLM7M/s320/ShakespeareTavern.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday, a group of friends &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;attempted&lt;/span&gt; to surprise Tanita as a (very) belated birthday party at the Shakespeare Tavern. So much for the surprise... my Lady was much too cleaver to not figure something was afoot, so we had to tell her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;in advance&lt;/span&gt; of our plans and she loved it. The play was A Midsummer Night's Dream. The cast was excellent... and some were very cute too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must encourage any who have never ventured to this Tavern... it is well worth the trip... (park at the hospital) While Brian liked it, I may have to attend future plays without him. I grew up with Shakespeare and love it dearly... so I must become a member and see the rest of their season.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is a must see! Best &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;MSND&lt;/span&gt; I have ever seen! Two Thumbs up! Ha &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Zahhh&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did not know we had such a talented theatre company here... that is what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;living&lt;/span&gt; in the suburbs will do to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Lisa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt; the Great Idea... Thanks Ester for setting the dates and getting the tickets, and Thanks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Tanita&lt;/span&gt;, most of all, for having the best 21st birthday party! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(actual reviews not used in blog, dates, names, and locations may have been changed to protect all parties, Actual age of birthday is based on the same formula used to calculate the price of a gallon of gas and is just as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;actuate&lt;/span&gt;.) &lt;/span&gt;&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/26959403-1381341116862945883?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/1381341116862945883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=1381341116862945883' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/1381341116862945883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/1381341116862945883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2008/07/saturday-group-of-friends-attempted-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SI9o2D-89jI/AAAAAAAAAOo/MZedYJNLM7M/s72-c/ShakespeareTavern.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-6967993657519311573</id><published>2008-07-23T15:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:22:35.218-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SIeTOoNHCII/AAAAAAAAAOQ/cxzrWREN8yQ/s1600-h/Banquet_Hall_at_Biltmore.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It has been so long since my last blog here... I feel as if I have lost part of myself.  Between the house closing 2 weeks later than first had been planned and the crazy move (I hate moving)! We are still adding and finishing things to the new house.  Today, they arbor people come out at 7pm to give us the quote.  Shower in the master bath (glass only) will cost twice as much as we guessed... and the list goes on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26959403-6967993657519311573?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/6967993657519311573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=6967993657519311573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/6967993657519311573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/6967993657519311573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2008/07/it-has-been-so-long-since-my-last-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-3310239464486205723</id><published>2008-05-24T21:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:22:35.395-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SDjQBNhm2wI/AAAAAAAAAOI/3U7zr8MMfqk/s1600-h/UnderContractMay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SDjQBNhm2wI/AAAAAAAAAOI/3U7zr8MMfqk/s320/UnderContractMay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204138088655674114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a long road and we still have a little further to go, but this is our new home.  The oak floors still need to be matte finished, and a dozen other odd things need to be fix or finished.  The phone and cable wiring/jacks all need to be installed (every room).  Plus the papers and checks need to be signed and exchanged.  As much as I am ready to move in today, it will have to wait until everything is completed.  June 17th (Tuesday) is our closing date and June 18th is our moving truck/ furniture delivery day.  As with the last house... nothing stays.  We are getting a new living room set, new kitchen set, new refrigerator, new washer &amp;amp; dryer the same day we move in.  Later we'll pick out either a formal dinning room set or a baby grand piano (you know which I want) and a guest bed room suite.   We have not decided if we are keeping our current two matching computer desk or picking out new ones.  We have not picked a date for our first party, but there will be one... this house was made for entertaining and entertaining we will do.  There is so much to do and so much that has had to be planned that the stress has gotten to both of us... so tomorrow we are making a quick mini vacation to Biltmore for some relaxing country peace...right after we stop by Best Buy to setup the washer and dryer delivery... then peaceful relaxation.   (But it is all worth it)  We are very fortunate that we had a great Realtor who sold our house in 45 days for full asking price... Robin Lemon Rocks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26959403-3310239464486205723?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/3310239464486205723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=3310239464486205723' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/3310239464486205723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/3310239464486205723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2008/05/it-was-long-road-and-we-still-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SDjQBNhm2wI/AAAAAAAAAOI/3U7zr8MMfqk/s72-c/UnderContractMay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-1658122815537540565</id><published>2008-05-04T09:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:22:35.548-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SB3FhZlJyII/AAAAAAAAAOA/aBixkean1_c/s1600-h/scotland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SB3FhZlJyII/AAAAAAAAAOA/aBixkean1_c/s320/scotland.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196526722648492162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, this morning was a great wake-call... it was from our Realtor saying we had an offer on the house, and that a second offer would be coming in by noon.  Great Tidings!  It is difficult for many good gentles selling their castles these dark days.  We are counting our blessings and pray for a return on our own little lake front chateau. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all our good friends, thank you so very much for all the suggestions and advice.  Every little kindness helps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26959403-1658122815537540565?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/1658122815537540565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=1658122815537540565' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/1658122815537540565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/1658122815537540565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2008/05/well-this-morning-was-great-wake-call.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/SB3FhZlJyII/AAAAAAAAAOA/aBixkean1_c/s72-c/scotland.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-5653078716451803490</id><published>2008-04-18T14:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T14:20:51.779-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have been Spammed!  Evil blog spammers!  GO AWAY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Hug...in deed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26959403-5653078716451803490?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/5653078716451803490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=5653078716451803490' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/5653078716451803490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/5653078716451803490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-have-been-spammed-evil-blog-spammers.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-4262682324418803569</id><published>2008-04-13T10:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T10:05:06.365-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The SCA Don&apos;t Speech'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="blogSubject"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I found this on THL Simon the Wanderer's blogs with the following permission to forward.  I found this to be very good information.  Since I have been in the SCA for only 3 years and have just found what I want as a device, it is all good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;Please feel free to forward this and use this as you see fit but please give credit where credit is due.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This advice has been given to many a newcomer and so far none have told me that it was bad advice and many have thanked me for it. I am thankful to the variety of people who gave me the pieces and parts that I have compiled and now give to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you’re new to the Society for Creative Anachronism (SCA), and you want to do it all! Well, come check it out, find out what you like and explore. You might find something you like that you never thought you would. But first, a word of advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your first year DON’T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s right DON’T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON’T register a name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON’T register a device.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON’T join a household, guild etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON’T attach yourself to someone as in an apprenticeship or squiring or other such thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON’T register your name. Once you have registered it you are more or less stuck with it. Once people are used to calling you something they’re gonna keep on calling you that name, yes you can un-register the name but that doesn’t mean people will stop calling you that. The truth is that you will likely find a name or persona that you think is cooler later on. Chill out try a few on and see what sticks. Most newcomers in my experience change names a few times before they settle on one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON’T register a device. Same reason as not registering your name really. A device is a symbol that will come to be recognized as you. People will see it and think of you. People will see you not with it and wonder what is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON’T join a household, guild etc. Hang out with them, get the lay of the land and the internal politics, have fun, get to know people. If they’re cool now, great! But really if they’re cool now, then they’ll be cool in a year just the same. You may find that you like hanging out with them but don’t really wanna join up. That’s okay. Then again you may choose to join up after that year and you’ll be a better member for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON’T attach yourself. Those kinds of things in the SCA are viewed as permanent and forever. Yes, you can get out of them but it is a BIG deal when that happens and people will talk for years about it. I keep hearing about one split that happened over 15, yes that’s fifteen, years ago. Take your time get to know what you really want to do and what the person is really like and what their reputation is. Once you DO get attached to a person you WILL ALWAYS be judged in that light and will ALWAYS be associated that way. So get to know the person well before you get attached as a squire or apprentice or other such thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are plenty of stories in the SCA of people having registered names or devices and wishing they hadn’t and being "stuck" with it. And even more stories of having joined a household or guild and wishing they had spent more time getting to know people and things before they had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take your time, explore things and research them to your hearts content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if anyone gives you any guff over not registering your name or device, or joining up with a household or guild politely tell them to lay off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am an apprentice and my Laurel has NEVER registered her name or a device. NEVER. You simply are NOT required to do it. Anyone who says otherwise is flat wrong. The truth is that you should wait around to figure out what you want to register for certain before you do. There are Kingdoms that if you do not have a registered name and/or device you may not be eligible for awards but you are still not required to register either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remember you are here to have fun and learn and the SCA is a great place to do that. But some things are forever or close to it in the SCA. Take your time and don’t make the mistake of choosing some things too early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian the Green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatelain - Shire of Grey Gargoyles&lt;br /&gt;Region of the Midlands&lt;br /&gt;Middle Kingdom&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26959403-4262682324418803569?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/4262682324418803569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=4262682324418803569' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/4262682324418803569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/4262682324418803569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-found-this-on-thl-simon-wanderers.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-4251932471679922355</id><published>2008-03-26T15:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:22:35.689-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Not a lot of information in this video, but some great war sceens and it is put together well.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/R-qtk5s0H6I/AAAAAAAAANo/W6L6LStd7Ac/s1600-h/SCA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182145170718859170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/R-qtk5s0H6I/AAAAAAAAANo/W6L6LStd7Ac/s200/SCA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ju7iOZvQyBQ"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ju7iOZvQyBQ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/26959403-4251932471679922355?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/4251932471679922355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=4251932471679922355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/4251932471679922355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/4251932471679922355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2008/03/not-lot-of-information-in-this-video.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/R-qtk5s0H6I/AAAAAAAAANo/W6L6LStd7Ac/s72-c/SCA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-1221829990398007240</id><published>2008-03-10T16:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:22:35.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/R9WuRXGGwVI/AAAAAAAAANY/P-lKozH8fi0/s1600-h/E2+Tent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176234960012886354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/R9WuRXGGwVI/AAAAAAAAANY/P-lKozH8fi0/s400/E2+Tent.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Call to ARMS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever noticed how we deal with each other? Some times we push to get our way, and sometimes we give to avoid a fight, but most often we just do not care unless it is about ourselves. I am guilty of all of these and I am sure many more that I would hate to admit. We are all guilty of them... it is what makes us human instead of just another animal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We can all improve on some element of our lives, careers, friendships, and the list goes on for ever... None of us are perfect. Nor can any of be perfect... we can only try (sometimes our best, sometimes not) to be better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next time we want to improve the world each of us should look at our own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;imperfect&lt;/span&gt; selves first, then try to help each other try to be better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The wisest man know that he can never know everything, but he keeps trying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When next you (and myself) feel the call to ARMS, and to defend yourself try to remember that the other person is just as imperfect as you, and that if you both work together, you both get a little closer to perfection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26959403-1221829990398007240?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/1221829990398007240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=1221829990398007240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/1221829990398007240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/1221829990398007240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2008/03/call-to-arms-have-you-ever-noticed-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/R9WuRXGGwVI/AAAAAAAAANY/P-lKozH8fi0/s72-c/E2+Tent.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-8458526344525727538</id><published>2008-03-06T20:34:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:22:36.322-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/R9Cd4VznEwI/AAAAAAAAANA/MVY1JJvH1kM/s1600-h/Anaheim+Marriott.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174809563100549890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/R9Cd4VznEwI/AAAAAAAAANA/MVY1JJvH1kM/s400/Anaheim+Marriott.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arrival:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well today started out at 3am. Catch a 6am flight. Arrived in Anaheim at 9am. Call &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bri&lt;/span&gt; at home, then called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bec&lt;/span&gt; in London... that is a hell of a time change... 9am here is 6pm there. I have a hard time keeping up with the 5 hours from Atlanta/London. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It must be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;busy er&lt;/span&gt; time here because the Taxi cost $5 more this time for the same trip I took just a few months ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you may ask why do all this.... so I could visit the Happiest place on Earth, of course! I walked over, had lunch, then rode the three things I did not get to ride last trip. Indy's Adventure, Matterhorn, and the Haunted Mansion. All three were amazing. I also rode Pirates again and a few others that I liked. The Haunted Mansion was not themed with Jack, so that must have been a special for Christmas. The best ride, Indy's Adventure, but I have to say the Matterhorn was wilder than it looks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/R9ChIFznEyI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Pb1AAVE3eVY/s1600-h/Disneyland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174813132218372898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/R9ChIFznEyI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Pb1AAVE3eVY/s400/Disneyland.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/26959403-8458526344525727538?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/8458526344525727538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=8458526344525727538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/8458526344525727538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/8458526344525727538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2008/03/arrival-well-today-started-out-at-3am.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/R9Cd4VznEwI/AAAAAAAAANA/MVY1JJvH1kM/s72-c/Anaheim+Marriott.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-5106455216453873540</id><published>2008-03-05T20:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T20:18:43.756-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Fighter Practice Park'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have to say the new park in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kennesaw&lt;/span&gt; is nice. We had people come up and ask us about our group...and it was not the cops asking us to leave. Well, not before I left due to the cold and not feeling all to well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New people came to Heavy and Fencing (not the same new people either) and 5 please asked us what we did, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Icky's&lt;/span&gt; friend may dump him completely after talking to all of us non-fighters...(sorry Icky) and while dancing did not happen (too cold and TOO COLD) we did have a great selection of dance music played and many requested Dancing next week, and the following week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best of all the subject that will not die, but which can kill all other subjects, did not come up..... thanks for small miracles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to the Practice after next... as I will be in Anaheim next Tuesday. I may have to bake some meat pies... (the ale will have to wait until we are in the new house... the smell may drive away buyers)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26959403-5106455216453873540?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/5106455216453873540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=5106455216453873540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/5106455216453873540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/5106455216453873540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-have-to-say-new-park-in-kennesaw-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-729830608020757627</id><published>2008-03-02T19:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:22:36.509-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/R8tE37Bkk8I/AAAAAAAAAM4/LIX3wC5pKwk/s1600-h/DDVoldemortBig.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/R8tE37Bkk8I/AAAAAAAAAM4/LIX3wC5pKwk/s400/DDVoldemortBig.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173304324492923842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "subject that must not be named" goes on and on... the closer to making a final decision the more complex it becomes and some wish to postpone or split it in to two subjects...  like we need TWO "subjects that must not be named"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not like the double mint twins... it is not double the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet... it is for other to choose... to maketh one or two... or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote:  &lt;span class="sqq"&gt;“&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://en.thinkexist.com/quotation/do_or_do_not-there_is_no_try/250565.html"&gt;Do or do not... there is no try.&lt;/a&gt;”  Yoda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26959403-729830608020757627?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/729830608020757627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=729830608020757627' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/729830608020757627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/729830608020757627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2008/03/subject-that-must-not-be-named-goes-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/R8tE37Bkk8I/AAAAAAAAAM4/LIX3wC5pKwk/s72-c/DDVoldemortBig.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-6961746544605600376</id><published>2008-02-23T14:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:22:36.788-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/R8B4Yr1SREI/AAAAAAAAAMI/7klGzXv_NTo/s1600-h/image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/R8B4Yr1SREI/AAAAAAAAAMI/7klGzXv_NTo/s320/image012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170264737699742786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After much searching (I have forgotten what I was searching for) I found this saying.  I do not why but it makes me think of the SCA and how non-SCA-er see us.  A good laugh followed... I shared it with Brian...he did not get it.  Oh well maybe it is an SCA thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26959403-6961746544605600376?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/6961746544605600376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=6961746544605600376' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/6961746544605600376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/6961746544605600376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2008/02/after-much-searching-i-have-forgotten.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/R8B4Yr1SREI/AAAAAAAAAMI/7klGzXv_NTo/s72-c/image012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-8279135320760465053</id><published>2008-02-22T23:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T23:29:59.294-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The subject that must not be named has surfaced again.... but was contained and not allowed to spread....  The known world is safe ... for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26959403-8279135320760465053?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/8279135320760465053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=8279135320760465053' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/8279135320760465053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/8279135320760465053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2008/02/subject-that-must-not-be-named-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-7344099505640119948</id><published>2008-02-20T06:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:22:36.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/R7wKM71SRDI/AAAAAAAAAMA/q7oi9ERSpWU/s1600-h/Kevins+Clan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/R7wKM71SRDI/AAAAAAAAAMA/q7oi9ERSpWU/s320/Kevins+Clan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169017689650381874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Many of you know my family or know of my family, so let me introduce some of them to you.  This is my brother and part of his large family.  Kevin is very much a jokester.  Like father, like sons with the pranks and good natured fun.  My sister-in -law is center and I do not know a braver more up beat person.  Darlene has been through more than 90% of us could ever image and is still the center of the family and still keeps my brother inline...well as much as anyone person ever could.  Their three girls are from left to right: Sarah (youngest), Lori (oldest), and Lisa (Jan-middle).  The two kids (Tye and little Jade) are my brothers grand kids by Lori and her husband, Jacoby (standing behind her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is taken out side the Kent farm (was pink and white)  My brother also has two sons by his 1st wife, Dewayne and Andrew both are in school in Tokyo and have been for a few years now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A truly remarkable family...no one ever said it was easy being family...but if everyone will smile for the camera we can make them think it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26959403-7344099505640119948?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/7344099505640119948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=7344099505640119948' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/7344099505640119948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/7344099505640119948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2008/02/many-of-you-know-my-family-of-know-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/R7wKM71SRDI/AAAAAAAAAMA/q7oi9ERSpWU/s72-c/Kevins+Clan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-6662921870078415871</id><published>2008-02-15T17:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:22:37.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/R7YR3F-3VnI/AAAAAAAAAL4/eJM0XF7uuSo/s1600-h/DSC00010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/R7YR3F-3VnI/AAAAAAAAAL4/eJM0XF7uuSo/s320/DSC00010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167337260650550898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There is always someone with a camera in the group.  Yes this is work!  Why do you think I love my job.  Marriott conferences are hard work... this just happened to be on a free night at Disneyland.  It is all location, location, location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January's  Conferences are pasted now it's getting time to ready ourselves for the March Conferences.  Same location, lots more people.  The real enjoyment is seeing and spending time with all my friends from around the world... if only for a  week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can not wait until March.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26959403-6662921870078415871?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/6662921870078415871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=6662921870078415871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/6662921870078415871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/6662921870078415871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2008/02/there-is-always-some-with-camera-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/R7YR3F-3VnI/AAAAAAAAAL4/eJM0XF7uuSo/s72-c/DSC00010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-5923560159965496578</id><published>2008-02-13T08:28:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:22:37.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/R7Lwv1-3VmI/AAAAAAAAALw/yrchu47_is4/s1600-h/image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/R7Lwv1-3VmI/AAAAAAAAALw/yrchu47_is4/s320/image008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166456427282650722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, I have recovered from the Shires business meeting, or extended dinner that followed for those of us not wise enough to go home after the meeting.  There is now a topic that "must not be Named" less it return to take over another Dinner or meeting.  After meeting dinners must be held at restaurants that close...  At no time may I join an after meeting dinner if it is held at a 24 hours establishment... no matter how hungry I am... no matter who is going... no matter how many are going.  As I discovered Monday night (really Tuesday Morning) I lack the skills needed to just leave a dinner and go home at a normal hour.  For the record, 1:30am is not a normal hour to leave and 2am is most definitely not a normal hour to return home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two key learnings:&lt;br /&gt;  The Subject that "must not be name" is to be avoided at all meetings and dinners and after meeting dinners must be held at restaurants that close.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26959403-5923560159965496578?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/5923560159965496578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=5923560159965496578' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/5923560159965496578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/5923560159965496578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2008/02/well-i-have-recovered-from-shires.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/R7Lwv1-3VmI/AAAAAAAAALw/yrchu47_is4/s72-c/image008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-2171839094081018520</id><published>2008-02-10T13:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T14:04:47.054-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is time to replace water faucets and update light fixtures in the house.  We plan to sell it in March and the buzz words are "curb appeal".  So many things to do....  Our builder (now KB Homes) do a half ass job on our house...  The bathroom light fixture does not have an electrical box behind them... so when I pulled one of them down to replace it this morning, the 30-69 minute job became a weekend project.  Oh, and there is no studs in the wall to even mount a box to... So we have to replace it with the same (POS) lights or call an electrician to  correct what KB Homes skipped.  Oh and we did pay for two independent inspections during the build... that was money well spent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Now I am moving on to replacing the faucets, before returning the light fixtures to Home Depot... One down, two to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26959403-2171839094081018520?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/2171839094081018520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=2171839094081018520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/2171839094081018520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/2171839094081018520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2008/02/it-is-time-to-replace-water-faucets-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-7963489042509040766</id><published>2008-01-29T05:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:22:37.701-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='long ago'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='long'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/R58D7ndZRXI/AAAAAAAAALo/Fh31ktBodHU/s1600-h/Kent+Easter014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/R58D7ndZRXI/AAAAAAAAALo/Fh31ktBodHU/s320/Kent+Easter014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160848020729316722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes! It is another trip down memory lane.  This stop is Easter 1973 or 1974.  We lived in Charleston, SC and would make the yearly or bi-yearly trips to see the folks in Florida.  These photos are of a visit to the Kent Farm.  It is also one of only 2 photos I have of my Grandfather Kent.  He would die of cancer only a few years later.  One of my favorite memories of Grandpa was on the farm on one of these visits when I had followed him out to the barn.  He had gone to get a fence post and when I saw the post I told him (so I am told) that I was too little to pick it up and he was too old.  I remember following him everywhere and remember the post, but my mother and grandmother liked telling the story so even though I do not remember what I said I have heard it over and over again.  So now I am telling the story for myself being that everyone else has passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about the color in these photos.  My parents left this roll of film in the glove box of this little green Vega until they sold it a few years later...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/R58D1XdZRWI/AAAAAAAAALg/H9mWRr6Hw8A/s1600-h/Kent+Easter013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/R58D1XdZRWI/AAAAAAAAALg/H9mWRr6Hw8A/s320/Kent+Easter013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160847913355134306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; then had them developed to see what was on them.  I had almost forgotten that the house once was Pink!  My brother Kevin now lives in the old Kent House and it has been gray with white trim for a very long time now.  My grand Parents were farmers and I only remember my grandfather in overalls...even at church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last note... Mom had me and Kevin in matching plaid pants and vest...as if the chickens cared that we matched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is funny what you miss as you get older.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26959403-7963489042509040766?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/7963489042509040766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=7963489042509040766' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/7963489042509040766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/7963489042509040766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2008/01/yes-it-is-another-trip-down-memory-lane.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/R58D7ndZRXI/AAAAAAAAALo/Fh31ktBodHU/s72-c/Kent+Easter014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-5558303378800958188</id><published>2008-01-29T05:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:22:37.855-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nibbler'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/R58CgXdZRUI/AAAAAAAAALQ/J9WtgjBMDQE/s1600-h/nibbler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/R58CgXdZRUI/AAAAAAAAALQ/J9WtgjBMDQE/s320/nibbler.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160846453066253634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was Nibbler about the same age as the next "not Nibbler" picture.  I guess their colors are opposite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26959403-5558303378800958188?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/5558303378800958188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=5558303378800958188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/5558303378800958188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/5558303378800958188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-was-nibbler-about-same-age-as-next.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/R58CgXdZRUI/AAAAAAAAALQ/J9WtgjBMDQE/s72-c/nibbler.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-563607339951805275</id><published>2008-01-29T05:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:22:38.087-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Not Nibbler'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/R58BcHdZRTI/AAAAAAAAALI/99BBswMCHpE/s1600-h/He+would.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/R58BcHdZRTI/AAAAAAAAALI/99BBswMCHpE/s320/He+would.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160845280540181810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks Bella!  This is not Nibbler, but if I had left my laptop out he would have blessed it just like this little Jack Russell.  I do not know were you got this photo.  It could be nibblers English twin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26959403-563607339951805275?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/563607339951805275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=563607339951805275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/563607339951805275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/563607339951805275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2008/01/thanks-bella-this-is-not-nibbler-but-if.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/R58BcHdZRTI/AAAAAAAAALI/99BBswMCHpE/s72-c/He+would.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-6478576137699791549</id><published>2008-01-24T05:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:22:38.312-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/R5hoPHdZRSI/AAAAAAAAALA/omKYOZkhgmw/s1600-h/braveknight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/R5hoPHdZRSI/AAAAAAAAALA/omKYOZkhgmw/s320/braveknight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158987982062568738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We have lost a brave knight.  The Inn is sad this week and all the guest as well.  The ladies are weeping and lords are drinking all to honor his name.  No matter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;whether&lt;/span&gt; he was playing a crazy, a lazy, or a gay Heath was always a joy to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, good Knight, will be miss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26959403-6478576137699791549?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/6478576137699791549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=6478576137699791549' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/6478576137699791549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/6478576137699791549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2008/01/we-have-lost-brave-knight.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/R5hoPHdZRSI/AAAAAAAAALA/omKYOZkhgmw/s72-c/braveknight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-393330434769305816</id><published>2007-12-15T13:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:22:38.444-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/R2QXwUlRsYI/AAAAAAAAAK4/F66UQ32td_A/s1600-h/image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/R2QXwUlRsYI/AAAAAAAAAK4/F66UQ32td_A/s320/image003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144262793290166658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This does seem to be a problem at most companies today.  Family and Friends First!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what does this teach us...work for family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26959403-393330434769305816?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/393330434769305816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=393330434769305816' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/393330434769305816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/393330434769305816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2007/12/this-does-seem-to-be-problem-at-most.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/R2QXwUlRsYI/AAAAAAAAAK4/F66UQ32td_A/s72-c/image003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-1997703444833037221</id><published>2007-12-15T12:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:22:38.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/R2QWg0lRsXI/AAAAAAAAAKw/gCKie177fPU/s1600-h/ist2_1786148_balancing_the_checkbook_room_for_text.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/R2QWg0lRsXI/AAAAAAAAAKw/gCKie177fPU/s320/ist2_1786148_balancing_the_checkbook_room_for_text.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144261427490566514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is that time again... time to balance the check book.  This is never a pleasant activity.  Even if I am not the one adding and subtracting the numbers...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; more subtracting than adding... Nibbler and I both feel the pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26959403-1997703444833037221?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/1997703444833037221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=1997703444833037221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/1997703444833037221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/1997703444833037221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2007/12/it-is-that-time-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/R2QWg0lRsXI/AAAAAAAAAKw/gCKie177fPU/s72-c/ist2_1786148_balancing_the_checkbook_room_for_text.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-3026179365956469632</id><published>2007-12-13T16:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:22:38.867-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/R2GeoQAPPZI/AAAAAAAAAKo/NZmKdiAqj04/s1600-h/path.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143566663761739154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/R2GeoQAPPZI/AAAAAAAAAKo/NZmKdiAqj04/s320/path.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some many times I wish for nothing more than to escape the village and wander the forest paths on some great adventure...in which nothing major happens.   The forest has such a peace that you just can not find in even the best of villages. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To escape!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26959403-3026179365956469632?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/3026179365956469632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=3026179365956469632' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/3026179365956469632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/3026179365956469632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2007/12/some-many-times-i-wish-for-nothing-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/R2GeoQAPPZI/AAAAAAAAAKo/NZmKdiAqj04/s72-c/path.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-8992895131152598731</id><published>2007-12-10T05:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:22:39.045-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/R10YfgAPPYI/AAAAAAAAAKg/70Q8qjF9iHQ/s1600-h/medieval12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/R10YfgAPPYI/AAAAAAAAAKg/70Q8qjF9iHQ/s320/medieval12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142293278972919170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With all the Holiday travellers, the roads and highways are safe.  You see more people on the way then in the town square...  This will all change right before the holiday when all those traveling here arrive.  But right now the Inn is slow.  We have 5 or 6 pilgrims arriving last night.  So Off I go to see to breakfast... although it will be a cold break for their fast... cook's gone for the holiday too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Yule Tide to you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26959403-8992895131152598731?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/8992895131152598731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=8992895131152598731' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/8992895131152598731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/8992895131152598731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2007/12/with-all-holiday-travellers-roads-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/R10YfgAPPYI/AAAAAAAAAKg/70Q8qjF9iHQ/s72-c/medieval12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-5056155996410089226</id><published>2007-12-07T23:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:22:39.261-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/R1ofUQAPPXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/GM7UI_0Zmmo/s1600-h/21521712_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/R1ofUQAPPXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/GM7UI_0Zmmo/s320/21521712_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141456357350653298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;New SCA Poster.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26959403-5056155996410089226?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/5056155996410089226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=5056155996410089226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/5056155996410089226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/5056155996410089226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-sca-poster.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/R1ofUQAPPXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/GM7UI_0Zmmo/s72-c/21521712_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-5635781613291079271</id><published>2007-12-05T14:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:22:39.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/R1b5HwAPPWI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/fq5FS1md1Zk/s1600-h/London_0999.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140569936230301026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/R1b5HwAPPWI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/fq5FS1md1Zk/s320/London_0999.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My dear friend Bella will be heating up the London &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Circuit&lt;/span&gt; until July.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; will miss my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fiery&lt;/span&gt; Italian friend.  I am searching for cheap caravans to London during her time there...  She can show me the town ... for a change.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am sure London is not ready for Bella!  Move over Prince Harry... there is a new royal coming to town and she likes to play with longbows and throwing axes... you might get hurt if you get in her way. (smiling to myself)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lady Bella, play nice on the other side of the pond.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26959403-5635781613291079271?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/5635781613291079271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=5635781613291079271' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/5635781613291079271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/5635781613291079271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-dear-friend-bella-will-be-heating-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/R1b5HwAPPWI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/fq5FS1md1Zk/s72-c/London_0999.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-9036258717886995161</id><published>2007-11-25T22:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:22:39.585-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/R0pE5T_i9jI/AAAAAAAAAKI/wWVtwosCyYE/s1600-h/wpilgrims131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/R0pE5T_i9jI/AAAAAAAAAKI/wWVtwosCyYE/s320/wpilgrims131.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136994076379510322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five more Pilgrims arrived tonight.  It will be a long two weeks for them to complete the holy rites of the shine....  I must be up extra early tomorrow to run fetch more eggs from the great Kinko's Farm before the pilgrims rise for their first day of enlightenment.  The good thing is that at the hour of the morn the streets will be free of all the carts of the day and my trip will be speedy and quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early to bed Earlier to rise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26959403-9036258717886995161?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/9036258717886995161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=9036258717886995161' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/9036258717886995161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/9036258717886995161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2007/11/five-more-pilgrims-arrived-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/R0pE5T_i9jI/AAAAAAAAAKI/wWVtwosCyYE/s72-c/wpilgrims131.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-160223797197400058</id><published>2007-11-23T17:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:22:39.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/R0dOBD_i9iI/AAAAAAAAAKA/0y4FeloZR6w/s1600-h/Becki+Yellow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/R0dOBD_i9iI/AAAAAAAAAKA/0y4FeloZR6w/s320/Becki+Yellow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136159680198014498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who? Wearing their mothers favorite color for them... and studing... well for the photo anyway. Is that a blank piece of paper you are studing so hard? I do not even know the year of this picture, but I would guess around 1984. Am I close?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26959403-160223797197400058?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/160223797197400058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=160223797197400058' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/160223797197400058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/160223797197400058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2007/11/guess-who-where-their-mothers-favorite.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/R0dOBD_i9iI/AAAAAAAAAKA/0y4FeloZR6w/s72-c/Becki+Yellow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-77814812973309829</id><published>2007-11-23T16:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:22:39.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/R0dLej_i9hI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pC9nK-bsIPc/s1600-h/The+Fowlers010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/R0dLej_i9hI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pC9nK-bsIPc/s320/The+Fowlers010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136156888469272082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I did not crop this picture... this is another example of our family's fine photo skills. This is one of the only pictures I have of the Fowler clan... Uncle Major and William almost lost their entire heads and Uncle Holly got a hair cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great-Grand Mother Fowler (Zula, front center) was always smiling.  I can never remember anything getting her down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please also note my Cool Rock Star Grandmother Doris with her hugh shades...when you are this cool the sun shines on you 24/7!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26959403-77814812973309829?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/77814812973309829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=77814812973309829' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/77814812973309829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/77814812973309829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2007/11/no-i-did-not-crop-this-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/R0dLej_i9hI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pC9nK-bsIPc/s72-c/The+Fowlers010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-2218605187667005294</id><published>2007-11-23T16:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:22:40.054-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/R0dI3D_i9gI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bVL8HNtHyBM/s1600-h/racoon+test009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/R0dI3D_i9gI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bVL8HNtHyBM/s320/racoon+test009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136154010841183746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here it is!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Raccoon&lt;/span&gt; Mountain... Picture it...&lt;br /&gt;the year is 1991, May... two young friends take off for an all credit card paid trip to see the world (some facts have been altered for no reason at all)&lt;br /&gt;To save money they packed a loaned tent....&lt;br /&gt;It gets late... the sun goes down... it gets cold... really cold (30 degrees)  The pull into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Raccoon&lt;/span&gt; Mountain park to camp after dark to discover the loaner tent has no solid walls...only screen.  So the two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;youth&lt;/span&gt; hang all their worldly belongings &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;around&lt;/span&gt; the test to block the ice cold wind... we won't talk about the air mattress or the pup tent that smelled like cat pee...and had a rusted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;zipper&lt;/span&gt; so you could not open it more than a few inches....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, they stayed in warm hotel rooms the rest of the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should have had more than a V8...but that would have helped.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26959403-2218605187667005294?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/2218605187667005294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=2218605187667005294' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/2218605187667005294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/2218605187667005294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2007/11/here-it-is-raccoon-mountain.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/R0dI3D_i9gI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bVL8HNtHyBM/s72-c/racoon+test009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-4439746165784078355</id><published>2007-11-21T17:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:22:40.232-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/R0S3mj_i9fI/AAAAAAAAAJo/-3QFGjA87mY/s1600-h/Visiting+Granny+Doris+74or75007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/R0S3mj_i9fI/AAAAAAAAAJo/-3QFGjA87mY/s320/Visiting+Granny+Doris+74or75007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135431348233893362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yet another trip down memory lane... This was taken by Granny Doris in either 1974 or 1975.  Yes, I am the nerd holding the dog.  Sorry the picture is not the best quality... it was a instant, count to 10 and pill off the back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents and brother are to the left and Tracey's parents are to the right... dig our mom's fashions; plaid pants and a red do-rag.  Hot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26959403-4439746165784078355?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/4439746165784078355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=4439746165784078355' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/4439746165784078355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/4439746165784078355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2007/11/yet-another-trip-down-memory-lane.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/R0S3mj_i9fI/AAAAAAAAAJo/-3QFGjA87mY/s72-c/Visiting+Granny+Doris+74or75007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-7435606494383241819</id><published>2007-11-21T06:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:22:40.547-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/R0QSlD_i9eI/AAAAAAAAAJg/dSHPv_7wHu0/s1600-h/Geralene+Prom+62+1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/R0QSlD_i9eI/AAAAAAAAAJg/dSHPv_7wHu0/s320/Geralene+Prom+62+1-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135249903045506530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Digging in the boxes of family photos is always a fun trip down memory lane.  A few days last week I discovered a badly damaged photo of Mom at a party in 1962.  Funny how we all see our parents as parents.   We forget that they had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lifes&lt;/span&gt; before children, before us.  I never knew this shy young lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I did find the "tent" photo from 1992... it will be making an appearance here later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask your parents what they liked when they were 19... before it is too late to ask them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26959403-7435606494383241819?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/7435606494383241819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=7435606494383241819' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/7435606494383241819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/7435606494383241819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2007/11/digging-in-boxes-of-family-photos-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/R0QSlD_i9eI/AAAAAAAAAJg/dSHPv_7wHu0/s72-c/Geralene+Prom+62+1-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-3723978821268966435</id><published>2007-11-19T17:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:22:40.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/R0IJzT_i9cI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/72awQdCkmgo/s1600-h/were+pig+drawing.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134677302300571074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/R0IJzT_i9cI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/72awQdCkmgo/s320/were+pig+drawing.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Were-pig! This past week I traveled to the deep south to visit with family. I have been out of touch with my family for so many years I have lost touch with Uncles and Cousin alike. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I discovered that my only cousin on my Dad's side is now an amazing author. Please read her blog listed under my links. &lt;a href="http://traceyhkitts.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tracey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kitts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wow!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After the long weekend visit with the folks I returned home in time to attend Castle Wars down in Macon! Yet again it was COLD! ...but a wonderful weekend. I found a were-pig bag from one of the vendors. Good friends, good food, and good times! Who said camping is not fun has never camped with Owl's Nest Shire!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/R0IL3T_i9dI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Ue2f9Gjm_48/s1600-h/Moon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134679570043303378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/R0IL3T_i9dI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Ue2f9Gjm_48/s400/Moon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love this picture! (from Tracey's Blog)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With the caption: &lt;em&gt;All we're missing is a naked werewolf. &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/26959403-3723978821268966435?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/3723978821268966435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=3723978821268966435' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/3723978821268966435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/3723978821268966435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2007/11/were-pig-this-past-week-i-traveled-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/R0IJzT_i9cI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/72awQdCkmgo/s72-c/were+pig+drawing.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-5414543372440312351</id><published>2007-11-04T16:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:22:41.167-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/Ry42J1WQpuI/AAAAAAAAAJI/kYpFAfZfzLA/s1600-h/mmdview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/Ry42J1WQpuI/AAAAAAAAAJI/kYpFAfZfzLA/s320/mmdview.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129096568188741346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just got home from a wonderful weekend in Blue Ridge.  It is so relaxing up there.    I wish I had more time to enjoy it.   Now, back to work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26959403-5414543372440312351?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/5414543372440312351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=5414543372440312351' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/5414543372440312351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/5414543372440312351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2007/11/just-got-home-from-wonderful-weekend-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/Ry42J1WQpuI/AAAAAAAAAJI/kYpFAfZfzLA/s72-c/mmdview.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-6159314926734278902</id><published>2007-10-23T18:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:22:41.725-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/Rx6Hb2L31tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/eqmjObEZCAU/s1600-h/Black+Boar+Shield.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/Rx6Hb2L31tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/eqmjObEZCAU/s400/Black+Boar+Shield.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124682338465732306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, after many attempts and a few changes of the mind... sounds like picking a major in college... I have made a device. As the Device also is the name of my ole Inn it had to be something tasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Welcome to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Black Boar Inn&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of it?  I know it will have to pass which means have some changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/Rx6I8WL31uI/AAAAAAAAAJA/r6mfF43n8Ms/s1600-h/Were+Pig.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/Rx6I8WL31uI/AAAAAAAAAJA/r6mfF43n8Ms/s320/Were+Pig.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124683996323108578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For some of you the Black Boar Inn will forever be the Were-Pig so I have another device with a little oops of red...(big smile)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26959403-6159314926734278902?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/6159314926734278902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=6159314926734278902' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/6159314926734278902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/6159314926734278902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2007/10/well-after-many-attempts-and-few.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/Rx6Hb2L31tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/eqmjObEZCAU/s72-c/Black+Boar+Shield.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-7433884335479242257</id><published>2007-10-22T14:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:22:42.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/Rxz752L31qI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o4tG39IoP_s/s1600-h/Clive+Owens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124247447257208482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/Rxz752L31qI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o4tG39IoP_s/s400/Clive+Owens.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want one! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124247752199886514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/Rxz8LmL31rI/AAAAAAAAAIo/A4az3kua3YA/s400/E2+Tent.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I want one of these too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124248306250667714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/Rxz8r2L31sI/AAAAAAAAAIw/2E2nKgkBsjo/s400/the-golden-age-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I also want them to help me put it together!&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/26959403-7433884335479242257?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/7433884335479242257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=7433884335479242257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/7433884335479242257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/7433884335479242257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-want-one-i-want-one-of-these-too-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/Rxz752L31qI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o4tG39IoP_s/s72-c/Clive+Owens.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-2677480896877617005</id><published>2007-10-19T23:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:22:42.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/Rxzl_WL31pI/AAAAAAAAAIY/bHBxo9MN5io/s1600-h/corpsebridethe3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124223352490677906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/Rxzl_WL31pI/AAAAAAAAAIY/bHBxo9MN5io/s320/corpsebridethe3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, the first "movie" night was a success.  It was night and a movie was shown.  Friday we gathered for a night of pizza, cheese and a movie.  The cheese never made it out...too bad.  It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dublin&lt;/span&gt; Cheese with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tasty&lt;/span&gt; crackers.  The movie was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;chosen&lt;/span&gt; by popular vote. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; only one person voted and that was that.  It even fit the season... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; anything from Tim Burton is creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone had a great time.  We enjoyed having everyone over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Lisa and Ken could not make it...next time we'll have it on a Saturday night!  How does that sound?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26959403-2677480896877617005?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/2677480896877617005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=2677480896877617005' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/2677480896877617005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/2677480896877617005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2007/10/well-first-movie-night-was-success.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/Rxzl_WL31pI/AAAAAAAAAIY/bHBxo9MN5io/s72-c/corpsebridethe3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-1410709310810841217</id><published>2007-10-13T12:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:22:43.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/RxzjemL31oI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/bYRFFdBt3Tk/s1600-h/golden21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124220590826706562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/RxzjemL31oI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/bYRFFdBt3Tk/s320/golden21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For those that have not seen the New Elizabeth movie... It rocks!  I may not know if everything was period, or the right period, but I loved the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pavilions&lt;/span&gt; on the beach.  I have a plan on how to make one using two Pop-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Up's&lt;/span&gt; and some imagination. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good movie, good friends, and great conversations afterwards.  It has been a really long time since I was up late enough to have closed an establishment.  Starbucks must have hated us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone.  I had a great time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26959403-1410709310810841217?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/1410709310810841217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=1410709310810841217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/1410709310810841217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/1410709310810841217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2007/10/for-those-that-have-not-seen-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/RxzjemL31oI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/bYRFFdBt3Tk/s72-c/golden21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-237327621614830435</id><published>2007-09-29T22:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:22:43.567-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meridian Grand Tourney'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/RwfJsWL31mI/AAAAAAAAAIE/-q_EVG3OArw/s1600-h/MGT%2BPic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/RwfJsWL31mI/AAAAAAAAAIE/-q_EVG3OArw/s320/MGT%2BPic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118281265236661858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Meridian Grand Tourney 2007 was an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;incredible&lt;/span&gt; event. The tournament started with the cool crisp morning fall air &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;blowing&lt;/span&gt; and caring the many proud banners aloft. Everyone could sense the excitement as over 80 fighters took the field for honor and glory. Over 300 good gentles attended filling the many colorful sun shade pavilion surrounding the field. There were also a host of activities. Each of the orders not only sponsored one of the tournaments, but they also provide &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tasty&lt;/span&gt; treats for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;populous&lt;/span&gt;. A great many also brought there A&amp;amp;S projects to work on and display field side. No matter what your interest everyone had something to entertain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;themselves&lt;/span&gt; with. The tournaments, of course, were the main attraction and I as a non-fighter did learn a great deal about fighting. Those that won honor on the field as listed here below.&lt;br /&gt;1-Meridian Grand Tourney/Winner – Sir &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Elazar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-Rosebud Tournament – Order or the Rose – Sabre tournament/Winner – Lord &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Mordan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-Chalice Tournament – Open &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;weaponstyle&lt;/span&gt;/Winner – &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Jarl&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ailgheanan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;($1500 raised for a battered women's shelter of winners choice)&lt;br /&gt;4-Champions Tournament – Sable Sword – Open &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Weaponstyle&lt;/span&gt;/Winner – Count &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Aengus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5-Great Weapons Tournament – Order of the Bough/Winner – Baron &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Aubec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6-Grand Tournament/Winner - Count Seth of Newcastle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chosen Champions  for the Grand Tournament:&lt;br /&gt;Populace- Mistress Stephanie&lt;br /&gt;Laurels – Lord &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Fearghus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelicans – Baroness &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Ianka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Royal Peers – Master &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Geoffery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting Royals – Lord &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Mandin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chivalry – Lord &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Gunnar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The amazing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;MGT&lt;/span&gt; Champions Scroll was artfully created by the hand of Mistress Constance of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Purneos&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/RwVOx2L31kI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Js0Qsv9z8HM/s1600-h/MGT+Scroll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117583169842304578" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/RwVOx2L31kI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Js0Qsv9z8HM/s320/MGT+Scroll.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/RwVFRGL31jI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mGk4hxVEWr0/s1600-h/MGT+Pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117572711596938802" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/RwVFRGL31jI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mGk4hxVEWr0/s400/MGT+Pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/RwVFHGL31iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Sf2QHlhK_1I/s1600-h/MGT+Pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/26959403-237327621614830435?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/237327621614830435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=237327621614830435' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/237327621614830435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/237327621614830435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2007/10/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/RwfJsWL31mI/AAAAAAAAAIE/-q_EVG3OArw/s72-c/MGT%2BPic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-3218975799691964680</id><published>2007-09-23T20:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:22:43.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/RvcSBD59jUI/AAAAAAAAAHc/D6JCm1mBRPQ/s1600-h/Onion+Tent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/RvcSBD59jUI/AAAAAAAAAHc/D6JCm1mBRPQ/s320/Onion+Tent.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113575711340072258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this was a cool tent!  I would love to know what the structure inside looked like.  Oh well maybe next year I'll see this one in person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26959403-3218975799691964680?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/3218975799691964680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=3218975799691964680' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/3218975799691964680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/3218975799691964680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2007/09/now-this-was-cool-tent-i-would-love-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/RvcSBD59jUI/AAAAAAAAAHc/D6JCm1mBRPQ/s72-c/Onion+Tent.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-3822776887286922147</id><published>2007-09-06T10:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:22:44.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/RuAjvvTG2TI/AAAAAAAAAHM/84NND9Yaz1M/s1600-h/storm+troopers.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107121280495573298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/RuAjvvTG2TI/AAAAAAAAAHM/84NND9Yaz1M/s320/storm+troopers.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DragonCon&lt;/span&gt; 2007 is over...but what fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I took no pictures...as always when the great costumes came by I did not have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;camera&lt;/span&gt;. The one I loved this year was the evil White Queen... amazing dress and hair. We did have some knights on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;crusade&lt;/span&gt; and some Stormtroopers on march and many many others. This was great fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We also had many, many, many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hogwarts&lt;/span&gt; kids... it looked like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;scene&lt;/span&gt; from one of the Harry Potter movies a couple of times.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/RuAi-_TG2SI/AAAAAAAAAHE/QzNT3Beq_74/s1600-h/dragoncon_org_image0018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107120442976950562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/RuAi-_TG2SI/AAAAAAAAAHE/QzNT3Beq_74/s320/dragoncon_org_image0018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/RuAkOvTG2UI/AAAAAAAAAHU/cfvNCfSwTuo/s1600-h/gothtrio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107121813071518018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/RuAkOvTG2UI/AAAAAAAAAHU/cfvNCfSwTuo/s320/gothtrio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I did not get a picture of them either...  just the memories.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ahhhhh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will be going again next year....for sure!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26959403-3822776887286922147?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/3822776887286922147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=3822776887286922147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/3822776887286922147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/3822776887286922147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2007/09/dragoncon-2007-is-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/RuAjvvTG2TI/AAAAAAAAAHM/84NND9Yaz1M/s72-c/storm+troopers.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-648937988579517459</id><published>2007-09-06T10:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:22:45.019-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DragonCon Marquis Hotel'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/RuAcwvTG2RI/AAAAAAAAAG8/jBz7MzW9H3c/s1600-h/DSC02658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107113601094048018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/RuAcwvTG2RI/AAAAAAAAAG8/jBz7MzW9H3c/s320/DSC02658.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/RuAcZ_TG2QI/AAAAAAAAAG0/QIjQYZ7c9Ds/s1600-h/DSC02659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107113210252024066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/RuAcZ_TG2QI/AAAAAAAAAG0/QIjQYZ7c9Ds/s320/DSC02659.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/RuAcLPTG2PI/AAAAAAAAAGs/86hEVAaFHwk/s1600-h/DSC02655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107112956848953586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/RuAcLPTG2PI/AAAAAAAAAGs/86hEVAaFHwk/s320/DSC02655.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/26959403-648937988579517459?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/648937988579517459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=648937988579517459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/648937988579517459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/648937988579517459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/RuAcwvTG2RI/AAAAAAAAAG8/jBz7MzW9H3c/s72-c/DSC02658.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-8945253594688193949</id><published>2007-09-05T21:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:22:45.188-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/Rt9oavTG2OI/AAAAAAAAAGk/jY2ucD1Jagk/s1600-h/chipley-welcome-to-historic-chipley_medium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/Rt9oavTG2OI/AAAAAAAAAGk/jY2ucD1Jagk/s320/chipley-welcome-to-historic-chipley_medium.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106915311043926242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It has been a few (more than) days and I am a little behind in my postings. This is the best picture I have found of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chipley&lt;/span&gt;...my adopted home town. I have been working on Mom's genealogy. It is a huge project. Mom had over 4000 entries from all sides of the family. I have signed up for all the on-line searching tools and am going person by person searching for and updating new information. You would think that would not be too hard, but it has become a task. I have been adding children Mom did not know of and in laws and grand parents of distant cousins... it adds up. This weekend I entered the 6000 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; person. For those that what the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;geno&lt;/span&gt; facts... 6144 individuals, 2084 marriages, 42 generations, with 1155 different surnames. And yes, 42 generations does put the oldest verified person born in the year 1000 AD. Mom worked for almost 15 years on the family tree. With very few exceptions, her information has proven to be correct. I have even verified one full blooded Native American. Morning (Mary) Flowers was born in 1773...and was my 6 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; great-grandmother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have most likely already lost you with facts, names and numbers, so I will end with this: "Like what you do, and Do what you like" (Jake)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26959403-8945253594688193949?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/8945253594688193949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=8945253594688193949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/8945253594688193949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/8945253594688193949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2007/09/it-has-been-few-more-than-days-and-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/Rt9oavTG2OI/AAAAAAAAAGk/jY2ucD1Jagk/s72-c/chipley-welcome-to-historic-chipley_medium.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-6756864346410493294</id><published>2007-08-12T20:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:22:45.378-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/Rr-6eSnuO8I/AAAAAAAAAGc/6cqmPKHsyVQ/s1600-h/bourne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/Rr-6eSnuO8I/AAAAAAAAAGc/6cqmPKHsyVQ/s320/bourne.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097998332763978690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just saw the new Bourne movie. Overall I would give excellent marks. I am not one for liking part 2 and 3 movies but this one has better action and more of a plot than most. It kept me on the edge of my seat and guessing what and where was next. This one like the first two is shot in amazing locations around the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is worth the full price.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26959403-6756864346410493294?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/6756864346410493294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=6756864346410493294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/6756864346410493294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/6756864346410493294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2007/08/just-saw-new-bourne-movie.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/Rr-6eSnuO8I/AAAAAAAAAGc/6cqmPKHsyVQ/s72-c/bourne.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959403.post-5607990958153439773</id><published>2007-08-10T15:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:22:45.642-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/RrzH3ynuO7I/AAAAAAAAAGU/wsmUcdlVitE/s1600-h/father+of+3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097168639571671986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/RrzH3ynuO7I/AAAAAAAAAGU/wsmUcdlVitE/s320/father+of+3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wow.  Abraham was a single source for three of the worlds &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;largest&lt;/span&gt; religions.  His 1st son by Hagar (his servant) was Ishmael.  He founded the Islamic faith. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His son by Sarah (his wife) was Isaac.  He founded the Jewish faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why do these two faiths hate each other?  Why is there so much spilled blood?  Does it all go back to a brotherly dispute?  Ishmael and his mother Hagar were send out into the desert after Sarah had Isaac.  Was there more to the story?  The lord of Ishmael and Isaac are the same.  We are all brothers and sisters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26959403-5607990958153439773?l=scakenneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/feeds/5607990958153439773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26959403&amp;postID=5607990958153439773' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/5607990958153439773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26959403/posts/default/5607990958153439773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scakenneth.blogspot.com/2007/08/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Kenneth de Kinardesferi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09919294594691202179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/2828/1600/Ken.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lDUb-ssqiag/RrzH3ynuO7I/AAAAAAAAAGU/wsmUcdlVitE/s72-c/father+of+3.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
