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  <title>Michael Sanders</title>
  <subtitle>Future Rock Star</subtitle>
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  <updated>2008-06-10T00:02:49Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:colonel_sanders:29118</id>
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    <title>One Page Synopsis</title>
    <published>2008-06-10T00:02:49Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-10T00:02:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Chaos Destiny is a futuristic epic, told from the point of view of Alexis January Hark.  She is inadvertently drawn into a massive conspiracy, and throughout the story, slowly comes to realize that she has always been the center of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	The Universe the story takes place in is limited to our solar system.  It has no governing body, and the corporations rule.  The two largest corporations are Walden, Inc. and Gates, Inc.  Walden is mostly involved with security and wholesaling, while Gates produces mostly technology, and much of their company is shrouded in mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story begins when Alexis, working for Walden, is sent, along with her longtime friend Jackson, to investigate a luxury space cruise that went silent.  They discover that it was attacked by aliens who kill the mind rather than cause destruction.   Alexis retrieves a mysterious locked box containing an encrypted disk from the ship.  She is then chased across the solar system by Gates, pirates, and many other third parties, whom she believes are just trying to make a profit.  As her journey progresses, she slowly discovers that nothing is as random as it seems, and that her life is a grand design created by men with unclear agendas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the world as free as it seems?  Or is choice an illusion?  Is the anarchy of our solar system really a state of chaos?  Or is everyone simply following a set path to their ultimate destiny?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:colonel_sanders:28884</id>
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    <title>The Return</title>
    <published>2006-09-23T22:11:35Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-23T22:11:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So my Live Journal seems to have been abandoned for some time.  Blogs are a tool of the devil.  Nyah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackass Number Two&lt;br /&gt;My day at work royally sucked. My boss was giving us an extremely hard time and I was ready to start punching stuff.  I needed this movie.  It was like alcohol in movie form.  A bunch of guys doing extremely stupid crap.  I am so thankful.  They did it all for me, so that I could calm down and end my day in blissful stupidity.  Thanks Knoxville and gang.  You and a couple Shiners kept me sane.</content>
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    <title>It's Nap Time.</title>
    <published>2006-05-01T19:38:18Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-01T19:38:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p3ujrLX_WGM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p3ujrLX_WGM&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:colonel_sanders:28324</id>
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    <title>Enough is enough... I've had it with these snakes.</title>
    <published>2006-03-31T07:07:11Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-31T07:09:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ladies and gentleman, the first trailer for the most highly anticipated film in the history of mankind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://salsa.ioioio.net/snake.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tagworld.com/snakesonaplane"&gt;http://www.tagworld.com/snakesonaplane&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:colonel_sanders:27906</id>
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    <title>Saturday, Feb 18th</title>
    <published>2006-02-12T06:18:12Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-12T06:18:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://www.strikefouronline.com/images/flyer6.jpg"&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:colonel_sanders:27884</id>
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    <title>No, THIS Friday.</title>
    <published>2006-02-02T08:25:11Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-02T08:29:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://www.strikefouronline.com/images/flyer4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, someone please inform people from New Orleans that "oy" sounds are NOT in fact pronounced "ur."  Walgreen's does not sell turlet brushes, and your car that you rented from Avis does not need an Earl change right now.</content>
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    <title>THIS FRIDAY!!!!!</title>
    <published>2006-01-18T07:14:41Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-18T07:14:41Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:colonel_sanders:27380</id>
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    <title>It makes me sick.</title>
    <published>2006-01-15T08:01:47Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-15T08:01:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">WARNING: The following may be percieved as a racist comment.  If you perceive that way, then you are dumb.  Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM TIRED OF BLACK WOMEN WHO ARE SASSY AND HAVE BIG ATTITUDES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the love of plate, stop getting your giant bras in a bunch just because I'm white! I am not trying to cheat you. I do not make the prices in the store.  No, I'm not carding you because you're black.  I'm carding you because you're using a credit card and I have been instructed to do so because there are too many identity thieves out there.  Every stinking day, you come from IBOC, tell me that you're blessed, and then look at me like I just stole your purse when the price isn't what you expected because you can't read a price sticker.  Stop burning holes in your receipt with your eyes after I check you out.  Yes, I took off for the coupon, it's RIGHT THERE.  No, there.  LOOK AT WHERE MY FINGER IS POINTING.  Good?  Good.  Now take your paranoid black panther snappy-finger tight-mouth me-first attitude and get out of my store.  BEING BLACK DOES NOT MEAN THAT ANYBODY OWES YOU ANYTHING.  Did I enslave your ancestors?  No.  Have you ever been enslaved?  No.  Look, you're already using the money that I'm standing here earning to buy food for your ten kids.  Bugger off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, a black guy came up and with a straight face said this to me: "Wheh awa tawduh peppa?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I thought he was saying "We're all retarded people," which made me laugh, because the thought had crossed my mind many times.  But it turns out he was asking where the toilet paper was.  For Pete's sake, learn to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:colonel_sanders:26896</id>
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    <title>COME ON!</title>
    <published>2005-11-28T20:59:43Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-28T20:59:43Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:colonel_sanders:26856</id>
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    <title>Clarification</title>
    <published>2005-11-16T06:56:11Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-16T06:56:11Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:colonel_sanders:26486</id>
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    <title>colonel_sanders @ 2005-07-07T22:14:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-08T04:15:52Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-08T04:15:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://homepage.mac.com/viktor2/btw/tedandbilly2.jpg"&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:colonel_sanders:26227</id>
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    <title>colonel_sanders @ 2005-06-16T13:58:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-16T18:58:42Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-16T18:58:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://www.fordtontruckclub.org/beep%20beep.JPG"&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:colonel_sanders:25994</id>
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    <title>colonel_sanders @ 2005-05-02T12:24:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-02T17:29:33Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-02T17:29:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://www.controlled-demolition.co.uk/web/explosive_home/main_pic2.jpg"&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:colonel_sanders:25743</id>
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    <title>colonel_sanders @ 2005-04-27T12:36:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-27T17:43:18Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-27T17:43:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://www.motion.fuji.co.uk/resources/images/f250/large-explode.jpg"&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:colonel_sanders:25436</id>
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    <title>No more Livejournal.</title>
    <published>2005-02-06T05:01:07Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-06T05:01:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/ColonelSanders"&gt;Xanga.&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:colonel_sanders:25228</id>
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    <title>New Song!</title>
    <published>2005-01-27T02:12:59Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-27T02:12:59Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Duh</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Check it out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.soundclick.com/salsacommodity"&gt;http://www.soundclick.com/salsacommodity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on Music.  The new song is called Share Our Paths; Gundy wrote the lyrics.  Yay!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:colonel_sanders:24880</id>
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    <title>Ten Dollar Bill</title>
    <published>2005-01-22T04:30:08Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-22T04:53:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Money was tight right now.  After his son's broken leg at the soccer game...&lt;br /&gt;He sighed in frustration.  "God!" he prayed.  "How am I ever going to pay the mortgage this month.  I just won't have $1,280.  What am I going to do?"  He didn't feel a reply come.&lt;br /&gt;As he got in his car, he pulled ten dollars out of his wallet and stuck it in his glove box, promising not to spend it.  "There's a start," he thought.  He pulled out of the parking lot and drove home.&lt;br /&gt;He left his car unlocked over night, and when he got in it the next morning, realizing what he had done, he opened his glove box, just to make sure.  He pulled out the money.  "Twenty dollars?  Huh... I could swear I put in ten yesterday..." Without giving much thought to it, thinking his memory was erring, he put the money back in the glove box and went on to work.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, as he was about to leave, he got a curious feeling, and opened the glove box again.  His heart stopped.  There in the glove box was eighty dollars.  He rubbed his eyes and counted the money again and again.  He had an odd notion, and stuck the money back in the box.  He closed it and then opened it again.  One hundred sixty.  "This is nuts," he told himself, and closed it and opened it again.  Three hundred twenty.  Again, six hundred forty.  "This is impossible," he thought.  Once more he closed the glove box.  Then, taking a deep breath, he opened it.  There before him was one thousand two hundred eighty dollars, his mortgage payment.  He was overjoyed and tears begin to stream down his face.  "God," he prayed, "Thank you for this money."  But then..." he said to himself, "What if?   I mean, I don't really need this money.  But... man, it sure would be nice.  Why shouldn't it work again?"  He closed the glove box once more.  Then, feeling the excitement build, he opened the glove box, prepared to be overwhelmed.  But his heart sank immediately, for there, in the glove box, amid the repair receipts, insurance papers and car manual, was a solitary ten dollar bill.  Panic overcame him.  He opened and shut the glove box again and again, but every time it opened again, the face of Alexander Hamilton stared him down in scorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Timothy 6:6-8: "But godliness with contentment is great gain. For we brought nothing into this world, and it is certain we can carry nothing out. And having food and raiment let us be therewith content."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://math.hws.edu/eck/cs324/f02/lab5/ten_dollar_bill.jpg"&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:colonel_sanders:24798</id>
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    <title>Not interested</title>
    <published>2004-12-26T05:16:45Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-26T05:16:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I saw an oddly shaped truck that had a sign on the back that said "Warning: Live Bees."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say, I'm not particularly interested on writing much on here any more, and not many people write really great stuff on here.  So I think if I ever post on here again, it'll be something really cool, like a short story or something.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:colonel_sanders:24403</id>
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    <title>Ocean's 12</title>
    <published>2004-12-15T04:07:59Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-15T04:09:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I think it's cause I was tired, but I was confused while watching this movie.  Some of the talking went by rather fast, and it was late and I was too tired to distinguish between comic banter and important information.  So I called Ryan and he revealed a few key facts that made things clear, so I get it now.  For the most part.  So over all it was a neat movie.  I wasn't like "Holy jock awesome yay crap pants," but I had fun seeing it with Gundy and Josh.  I love hanging out with those guys.  Gunderson makes the best comments during movies (and sometimes has perfect timing, "Say something!" XD) and Josh is just Josh, and I will love him forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like what Douglas Adams said about Jesus.  Something to the effect of him being nailed to a tree for saying how great it would be if everyone was nice to eachother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Ryan are working on a cool sci-fi project thing.  It's excitin'!  Secret!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.c101.com/timages/page/mufasa.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUFASA! NO!&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <title>I want to be marked.</title>
    <published>2004-12-10T03:53:59Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-10T03:53:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I beat Metal Gear Solid today.  I've also been playing Metal Gear for NES, and it's kinda hard, but I'm making progress.  I have to kill a tank and I'm not sure how.  Walkthrough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have enough Christmas spirit to make Santa's sleigh fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://webpages.charter.net/harshec/lego/images/santa/santa_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Awesome.&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <title>Ill</title>
    <published>2004-11-25T05:08:07Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-25T05:08:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It bothers me that in some sans serif fonts, capital I and lower case l are indistinguishable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started getting the sniffles at work last night when my car nearly got drowned because the air was full of mostly water.  Now I'm in Oklahoma for Thanksgiving, and it's progressed to chills and aching feeling all over.  A cold, basically.  Whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Ring Virus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this movie on Amazon, the American Amazon, and it hadn't been there before, and the bold red print said "The scariest RING of them all!"  And I was like, "Oh cool!  Rare find!" And so I ordered it and watched it.  To say the least I was disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know, The Ring Virus is the Korean remake of Ring, a Japanese horror movie that I consider to be awesome, for which there was also an American remake, The Ring, which was also very cool.  But, unfortunately, if you haven't seen either of the other two versions, the Korean movie is dull and kind of hard to follow.  It has the same story line with seemingly large gaps.  While done in a somewhat more artistic style than its comanions, it turned out to be kind of boring, and not scary in the least bit.  But since most of you probably already know the story, here are some key differences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the first scene, the girl is home alone and gets a page from someone, which later on is revealed to say "We shouldn't have watched the tape." She then receives a call from her boyfriend, who saw the tape at the same time as her and their two friends.  He's asking her out on a date when a strange electronic tune comes in over the phone, some static heard amidst the guy saying something like "Do you hear that?" He cuts off and immediately her tv comes on with a loud vwoom kind of sound and the camera closes on her from around the corner in an Evil Dead-esque style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The creepy little boy who the well-girl talks to is now a girl, and there's only one instance in which she receives some kind of psychic message, her dead cousing telling her to watch the tape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tape is somewhat amusing.  There's a blurry old lady scolding saying something like, "If you play in the water, the demons come and get you. Listen to your granny." Other than that it's pretty much just some blurry forms and the face of a guy.  However, this video follows the novel in that there is text at the beginning and end.  The beginning says "Watch till the end, or death will swallow you." And at the end it says "Know that you now have seven days until you die.  Here is what you must do if you want to live:" At this point the video has been recorded over by bit of a commercial and a talk show, followed by some static with lightning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The well girl, who in this movie is named Park, Eun-suhn, grew up with her mother, both predicting future events. When her mother killed herself, she went to work at a night club.  She lived there too.  Whilst taking a shower, one of the other guys is peeking in on her.  The find him dead shortly thereafter.  Later on, her and her half-brother (the son of the doctor who comes and cares for her mother before her death) are playing amidst sheets hung on lines.  But then he tries to rape her.  Upon this attempt, he discovers that she is a &lt;i&gt;HERMAPHRODITE&lt;/i&gt;. He felt sorry for her being ridiculed all her life because of this condition, and so he knocks her on the head and dumps her in a well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end, whenever the ex-husband figure (who in this movie had never met the reporter lady until she started looking into this strange case, and is in fact an ex-neurosurgeon with a ruined reputation because of his theories involving the supernatural) dies, he isn't freaking out.  He is in fact quite calm as Eun-suhn crawls out of his TV and approaches him.  Eun-suhn's hair does not entirely cover her face though at any point in the movie, and she doesn't look all nasty or anything, maybe just a little pale. And the eye isn't angry looking, it's more like total white with the lid turned up. The guy takes his execution like a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might also note that this DVD is very poorly subtitled, so half of the translation is probably wrong, and much of it is obviously out of place.  For a Ring fan like me, it's nice to have the movie in your collection, but for the passive interested, it's probably not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://hyunfilm.tripod.com/ring.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ahhh!&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <title>Apparently, the Japanese want to help me out.</title>
    <published>2004-11-23T04:12:36Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-23T04:12:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The babelfish translation of this one was just too funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject :  お願い。。。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;真剣なお願いがあります。貴方の精子をください！子供が出来なくて困ってます。&lt;br /&gt;絶対迷惑はかけませんので中出ししてください。一回10万円で、&lt;br /&gt;妊娠できたら50万円お礼として払います。詳しくはすぐに連絡先を教えます。&lt;br /&gt;出来れば本日中に返事をください。&lt;br /&gt;いちよプロフィールも載せておきますね。&lt;br /&gt;26歳、160cm-46kg、スリーサイズ《86・60・86》写メ有ります。&lt;br /&gt;引き受けて頂けるならここに登録してもらえますか？&lt;br /&gt;掲示板で待ってます。名前は真奈美です。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.093ana.com/r.php/ext458"&gt;http://www.093ana.com/r.php/ext458&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;お互いの事は知らない方が後々いいと思うし、妊娠した後は連絡を取り合いたくないので&lt;br /&gt;ここを利用する事にしました。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babelfish translation:&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Request. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore the seriousness there is the request. Your spermatozoon! The child is not possible and the て is troubled and increases. Being not to apply in please do to put out absolute annoyance. When for one time 10 ten thousand Yen, you can become pregnant, you pay as your 50 ten thousand Yen gratitude. Details teach ahead communicating directly. If possible, the reply in this Japan and China. Don't you think? it is and the ちit places also profile. 26 years old, 160cm-46kg and three size &amp;lt;&amp;lt; 86 60 86 &amp;gt;&amp;gt; there is copying メ. You can undertake, if it can have registering here? Waiting with the bulletin board, it increases. Name is Manami. Http: After as for //www.093ana.com/r.php/ext458 mutual thing that the one which is not known the future is better you think and, became pregnant being scramble not to want, it designated communication as to utilize here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spermatozoon?  ???  LOL.  That's what I did.</content>
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    <title>The Truman Show</title>
    <published>2004-11-22T20:29:07Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-22T20:29:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Movie Review One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The synopsis of this movie is very interesting.  Christof is the director of a television show which is centered around the character Truman.  The twist on this show is that Truman has no idea that he's on television.  In fact, the entire world in which he lives, an island called Sea Haven, is inside a huge dome within which are over 5,000 cameras that broadcast him 24 hours a day. His world is catered to him, all the people are actors: his wife, his best friend, his mother, everybody. He is the only one who doesn't know what's going on. In order to keep Truman from leaving the island, his father was written out of the show via "drowning" in a storm whilst out on a sailboat with Truman, giving Truman a petrifying fear of water. But when his father breaks onto the set and is spotted by Truman, Truman begins to discover the true nature of his world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is excellent, the acting superb.  Jim Carrey's portrayel of Truman is awesome, and this movie kicks your butt.  Christof is a cool guy, with a beret and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.metroactive.com/papers/metro/06.04.98/gifs/trumanshow-9822.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Trumania, Trumania, I love and honor yoooouuuu...&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <title>Added to Collection</title>
    <published>2004-11-16T21:46:08Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B0002B55X4.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Korean.&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <title>Crepes.</title>
    <published>2004-11-15T15:48:45Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-15T15:48:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Just so you know, that last post was just to see how creepy I could be.  0.o  I'm not disturbed or anything.  But I'm excited about The Ring 2.  I'm interested to see how much of the Japanese movies (Ring, Ring 2, Ring 0: Birthday) they borrowed this time around.  A lot of the first movie was pretty much a copy of the Japanese movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akira Kurosawa's Dreams.  Quite a good and very interesting film.  You do have to have a certain amount of patience, as some of it is drawn out, much like 2001: A Space Oddysey is.  But it's quite good.  I think Roneesh would like this one.  I don't know what a lot of it meant.  For example, I have no idea what the point of the first dream is.  A boy is standing outside his home, which I think is some type of school, and it starts raining.  A lady comes  out with an umbrella and tells him that she should come inside.  She says the foxes have their wedding processions in such weather, and they get upset if anyone sees them.  Of course, the boy is curious, so he runs off into the woods.  He then sees a wedding procession of foxes.  It's a sort of slow march with sudden stops at the end of every phrase.  The boy is spotted on one of these stops, and he runs back to the school.  Upon arriving, the woman is waiting for him at the door.  She scolds him for going out to find the foxes.  She hands him a knife, saying that an angry fox came by, and said to give it to him.  He's supposed to kill himself.  She tells him that as long as he's begrudged by the foxes, she can't let him back in.  She tells him to apologize to the foxes.  He says he doesn't know where to find them.  She tells him that they live under the rainbow, and that there are always rainbows on days like this.  She shuts the doors and he can't get back in.  He starts off through a field of flowers, and in the distance a rainbow appears, and he starts walking towards it.  The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I still don't know what it means.  Maybe the answer will come in time.&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;Maybe.</content>
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