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  <title>Cpt Perky is weird...</title>
  <subtitle>and very much in love!</subtitle>
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    <title>To quote Star Wars</title>
    <published>2016-11-09T08:15:46Z</published>
    <updated>2016-11-09T08:15:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">This is how a republic dies.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:killiara:80794</id>
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    <title>Signal Boost for Gilmore Girls fans</title>
    <published>2016-10-04T14:38:06Z</published>
    <updated>2016-10-04T14:38:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">October 5th at 7am, several independant coffee shops around the US and Canada will become for a few hours Luke's Diner from the Gilmore Girls.  As this was a show I shared and loved with my mom, well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' href='http://www.themarysue.com/gilmore-girls-lukes-diner-pop-up/' rel='nofollow'&gt;http://www.themarysue.com/gilmore-girls-lukes-diner-pop-up/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a listing of the locations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' href='https://townofstarshollow.org/lukes' rel='nofollow'&gt;https://townofstarshollow.org/lukes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I haven't been posting much, guys.  I still read what's in my feed, honest.  I just... have a hard time realising what's worth sharing here, you know?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:killiara:80480</id>
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    <title>Life goes on.</title>
    <published>2016-03-22T22:05:12Z</published>
    <updated>2016-03-22T22:05:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Today was the first time I went bra-shopping without my mother, there, or at least the option of having her there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know how to feel about this.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:killiara:80144</id>
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    <title>killiara @ 2016-02-18T20:14:00</title>
    <published>2016-02-19T03:13:14Z</published>
    <updated>2016-02-19T03:13:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Welp, there goes my evening.  I just found a movie version of my favorite Lovecraft story, &lt;u&gt;The Colour Out Of Space&lt;/u&gt;, done as an indie film by a german.  This is going to be gold.  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Though for some reason amazon streaming uses the modern spelling, color, as opposed to the archaic spelling Lovecraft preferred.  Or the german title of the movie, &lt;u&gt;Die Farbe&lt;/u&gt;.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:killiara:80082</id>
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    <title>killiara @ 2015-07-26T13:57:00</title>
    <published>2015-07-26T19:57:00Z</published>
    <updated>2015-07-26T19:57:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Mom's dead. &lt;br /&gt;Her struggle, her pain is over. Now she can rest.&lt;br /&gt;I'll see her again, someday, and there will be stories and laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, despite the heat and too bright desert sun, I mourn.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:killiara:79666</id>
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    <title>May_lyn</title>
    <published>2015-07-23T14:46:17Z</published>
    <updated>2015-07-26T03:59:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My mother, the lj user May_lyn, fell while getting out of bed yesterday.  Dad called 911 when he couldn't get her back on her feet.  She's in critical condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayers and good thoughts, you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edited Saturday night, 10pm mountain:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's called a downward spiral because of how fast it goes at the end.  She's not there anymore.  Machines keep her breathing.  There's no recognition in her eyes when I walk into her room, or Dad, or my brother.  She said time and again that when it got to this point, let her go.  So, in the morning, she's being taken off the machines.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:killiara:79414</id>
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    <title>Courage, or stupidity?</title>
    <published>2015-06-10T02:23:36Z</published>
    <updated>2015-06-10T02:23:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm about to take a nice, hot bath... while listening to my audiobook version of IT.  Yes.  The one where horrible, horrible things happen in the restroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will either be fun, or trippy as hell.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:killiara:79312</id>
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    <title>Fandom</title>
    <published>2015-05-09T06:16:28Z</published>
    <updated>2015-05-09T06:16:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My fellow Star Wars fans are frigging INSANE.  I mean, look at this!  You know how much free time was spent doing this thing?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="43" /&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:killiara:79015</id>
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    <title>Fandom</title>
    <published>2015-05-09T06:16:28Z</published>
    <updated>2015-05-09T06:16:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My fellow Star Wars fans are frigging INSANE.  I mean, look at this!  You know how much free time was spent doing this thing?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="42" /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:killiara:78810</id>
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    <title>Flashback</title>
    <published>2015-05-06T15:17:12Z</published>
    <updated>2015-05-06T15:17:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Blizzcon 2010 had a rocking concert at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sharing the video, just cause at one point we have the Lich King rocking out with a giant guy made of metal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="41" /&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:killiara:78244</id>
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    <title>FUTUREEEEEEE</title>
    <published>2015-04-25T20:10:04Z</published>
    <updated>2015-04-25T20:10:04Z</updated>
    <category term="wtf humanity?"/>
    <content type="html">Our world has given me increasing moments that just make me want to run around in circles with my hands in the air screaming the words Future in an attempt to convey holy shit, this is sci fi land we're living in right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tablets.  Hallo there childhood dreams of Star Trek: Next Generation.&lt;br /&gt;Tesla Cars.&lt;br /&gt;Netflix because seriously.&lt;br /&gt;E-book readers, again, predicted in Star Trek.&lt;br /&gt;Computer monitors I could theoretically hang on the wall like a picture, and set to cycle through artistic photographs.&lt;br /&gt;HOLY SHIT SMARTPHONES.  That was too effing FANCY for Star Trek!&lt;br /&gt;WE HAVE FUNCTIONING, IF HIGHLY EXPENSIVE, VR.&lt;br /&gt;We have youtube videos of people playing in VR.&lt;br /&gt;CARS THAT WILL SOON DRIVE THEMSELVES.&lt;br /&gt;3D PRINTERS MAKING PROSTETICS.&lt;br /&gt;A PROSTETIC LIMB THAT IS HOOKED UP TO THIS GUYS BRAIN, OH MY GOD.&lt;br /&gt;3D PRINTERS BEING DEVELOPED TO MAKE FOOOOOOD.&lt;br /&gt;I can pull out my smartphone, a computer sized to fit in my pocket, and access the internet, using the website of a restaurant to lay out every detail of the order I want without talking to a single person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just put a small pod into a machine, pressed a button, and got a single cup of delicious coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are we not geeking out more over these?&lt;br /&gt;We are living in a world that, when I was a child, could only exist in speculative fiction.  FUTUUUURE!  FUTURE!!!!!!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:killiara:78076</id>
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    <title>Coffeeeeeeee</title>
    <published>2015-04-02T00:24:00Z</published>
    <updated>2015-04-02T00:24:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So, last sunday I went to church, only to find that someone had donated a couple of Keurig machines for the after-service fellowship.  I tried it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two hours later I was ordering an off-brand machine (because 50 as opposed to 99-200 price tag).  Today it arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my coffee.  Strong, sweet, and delicious.  And did I mention Strong?  HAPPY KILLI.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:killiara:77780</id>
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    <title>Random Fan theory!</title>
    <published>2015-03-17T01:56:07Z</published>
    <updated>2015-03-17T01:56:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Bewitched!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got a boxed set of the entire series, so I'm in for some fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having watched the first disc, I have a theory.  Samantha's a teenage girl in witch-years.  Think about it, how long do they live?  Combine that with how Samantha interacts with her mom, i.e. about the way a 14 year old girl interacts, in full Teen Rebellion GO mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her years might not match up, but developmentally?  She's a teenager.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:killiara:77432</id>
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    <title>O.O!!!</title>
    <published>2015-02-08T04:25:21Z</published>
    <updated>2015-02-08T04:25:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Oh GOD all this time I thought this song was about a badass mercenary who liked to dance.  The line... 'gun for hire'... isn't really about a mercenary, is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="40" /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:killiara:77266</id>
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    <title>Winter Rant</title>
    <published>2015-02-06T06:10:22Z</published>
    <updated>2015-02-06T06:10:22Z</updated>
    <category term="rant"/>
    <content type="html">I want winter to be over allready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, the air is dry, it's a desert, I get it.  But this winter has been so dry I can't stay hydrated.  My body cannot digest liquids fast enough to ever get quenched.  Sufficient, but not ENOUGH. I've been going back and forth between parched and not-parched-but-still-thirsty.  And at this point, parched is defined as when I'm so dehydrated my throat feels sticky.  I've been legitimately worried about keeping away from 'hospitalization from dehydration'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, I'm taking so much calories in from juices and water add-ins I'm not eating as much.  I'd joke about clenses if my inner scientist didn't start yelling about how the bleep do you define 'toxin' and our bodies have dedicated organs towards that purpose already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's to the point where I use hand lotion on my lips instead of chapstick to keep them pliable enough to not crack.  Where I cannot reach to put lotion on my back is a monument to itchiness.  I think I've been amusing hubby with how often I take baths now, but I've got a bottle of oil stuffed with the good bits from oatmeal that you add in the water, so at least that's getting on my itchy back and helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, I don't even drink coffee anymore.  Nothing more caffinated than tea.  Whoo boy is it going to be fun when I re-introduce espresso to my diet.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:killiara:76801</id>
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    <title>A Christmas Memory</title>
    <published>2014-12-25T07:34:10Z</published>
    <updated>2014-12-25T07:34:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I remember when I was a kid, we lived in this house that had a door that seperated the bedrooms from the living area.  One sleepless night, I was very, very thirsty.  So, in the depths of the night, I snuck past that door that I wasn't supposed to pass before 6am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad had left the Christmas Tree lights on, illuminating the room with a warm glow, and it was obvious that Santa had arrived.  There were PILES of presents, and on top, I could see an unwrapped stuffed unicorn toy.  Oh, I was so tempted!  But, no opening presents without my family, that's no fun.  And my parents needed their sleep.  So I got my glass of water, and went to bed, excited for the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stuffed unicorn, now named Maiden's Best Friend (cause I'm crap at naming things) is sitting just behind my monitor, peeking around at me, still with me over two decades later.  There are some pieces of Christmas you never leave behind.</content>
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    <title>Yay!</title>
    <published>2014-12-25T06:45:46Z</published>
    <updated>2014-12-25T06:45:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND PRESENTS!  YAY PRESENTS!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:killiara:76496</id>
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    <title>Way too much time on their hands</title>
    <published>2014-12-11T09:02:37Z</published>
    <updated>2014-12-11T09:02:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Seriously.  WAY TOO MUCH FREE TIME FOR THESE FOLKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' href='https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IXieGSAdj4s#t=76' rel='nofollow'&gt;https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IXieGSAdj4s#t=76&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="39" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I found out something about myself now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm no longer allowed to skip meals.  Didn't eat that much today, just snacked through it.  Didn't have anything from around 4pm to around 11pm, at which point I got really lightheaded.  Which, I might add, food fixed.  So I'm no longer allowed to not eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird though, how my body went from, "Nope, not hungry, no appetite, SUDDEN LIGHTHEADEDNESS WHEEEEEE!!!!"</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:killiara:76271</id>
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    <title>Way too much time on their hands</title>
    <published>2014-12-11T00:35:33Z</published>
    <updated>2014-12-11T00:35:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Seriously.  WAY TOO MUCH FREE TIME FOR THESE FOLKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' href='https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IXieGSAdj4s#t=76' rel='nofollow'&gt;https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IXieGSAdj4s#t=76&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="38" /&gt;</content>
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    <title>ARGH</title>
    <published>2014-11-20T20:03:34Z</published>
    <updated>2014-11-20T20:03:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Migraine today.  Woke up with it and it hasn't gotten much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I *need* to get the weedeating done today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A large, NOISY machine.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the bright sunlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, the language I'm using for this situation is not repeatable.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OW.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:killiara:75560</id>
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    <title>I am amused.</title>
    <published>2014-10-03T14:53:14Z</published>
    <updated>2014-10-03T14:53:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I've been poking at dorkly.com lately and found two wonderful image galleries.  You know that Dog Shaming thing from a few months ago, where people would put signs next to their dogs that told of the canine's misdeeds and photograph them?  Some people decided to do artwork along those lines for pokemon.  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' href='http://www.dorkly.com/post/65553/pokemon-shaming-time-for-your-pokemon-to-own-up' rel='nofollow'&gt;http://www.dorkly.com/post/65553/pokemon-shaming-time-for-your-pokemon-to-own-up&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' href='http://www.dorkly.com/post/68773/30-more-examples-of-pokemon-shaming' rel='nofollow'&gt;http://www.dorkly.com/post/68773/30-more-examples-of-pokemon-shaming&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:killiara:75452</id>
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    <title>Uh-huh...</title>
    <published>2014-08-31T02:59:23Z</published>
    <updated>2014-08-31T02:59:23Z</updated>
    <category term="wtf humanity?"/>
    <content type="html">So, just saw a beer commercial when peeking over my husband's shoulder at the football game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I got out of it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one beer company has a wormhole that links a tub of ice to cool beer in to the antarctic.  AND THEY'RE USING IT TO CHILL BEER.  They are literally breaking the laws of physics for pleasure instead of science.  I mean, there's obviously some kind of operation going on, as they've got cans of beer frozen in iceburgs that they break open with explosives when the bar gets low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS THE STORY HERE?  I mean, dear GOD, this could be the basis of a sci-fi novel about the consumption of modern society... and they're using it to sell beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give up.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:killiara:75198</id>
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    <title>Yuuum</title>
    <published>2014-08-16T04:33:57Z</published>
    <updated>2014-08-16T04:33:57Z</updated>
    <category term="hubby is so sweet"/>
    <content type="html">Lemme tell you how sweet my husband has been today.  His work took him to another part of the county today, not country but county mind, and when he came back he brought me treats.  I did not ask him to, this was completely spontaneous on his part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As in, soft white cheese specificly used in Quesidillas, so soft I had to cut it with a knife instead of grate it.  From the packaging, that cheese was probably a local product.&lt;br /&gt;And whole wheat tortillas from the tortillaria that was next door to the place where he got the cheese.&lt;br /&gt;And a great big jar of local honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lunch was delicious.  Quesidilla, of course, with cheese all melted and a whole hatch green chili (properly roasted and skinned first, I'm not a barbarian) in there as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then for dessert I smeared the honey on one of the tortillas, added frozen blueberries, a bit of cinnamon, and had possibly the weirdest sweet burrito I've ever had.  BUT SOOO GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a crappy week this past week, and he went out of his way to get me treats to make me feel better.  God I love that man.</content>
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    <title>Water is wet</title>
    <published>2014-08-01T22:35:41Z</published>
    <updated>2014-08-01T22:35:41Z</updated>
    <category term="dogs"/>
    <content type="html">Oh, so very wet.&lt;br /&gt;See, my back yard is bricked in, and has one tiny drain on the side to let all the water out when it rains.  It tends to flood a little,So, back yard starting to flood with water when it rains, like today.  And I ask myself, it's backing up a little more than usual.  So, I put on a capelet long enough to cover my current outfit and go outside.  Gunk had filled up the screen we keep over the drain to keep my little dog from escaping that way.  Leaves and pine needles and tiny sticks from the couple of trees that hang in there at the edge of the bricks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for a good while I swept it with a broom, trying to get all of that gunk out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of my dogs are water dogs, and were just happy to stand around with me while I did that.  Totally chill and mellow, as this is the desert and this was the coolest they've been in months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little dog, however, feels about water the same way cats do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet he was out there, getting drenched, looking miserable, but not wanting me outside without him.  Every time I glanced his way while working, he'd wag his tail a little and run towards the back door, then back at me, like, "THIS WAY.  It's WET out here.  ARE YOU MAD?"  I'd shake my head, tell him I'm not done yet, then get back to work.  He tries to sit down, then jerks back up when he realises his butt is touching cold, wet cement.  He climbs on top of an old, why haven't I thrown this away yet lawn chair, set under an awning so it was mostly dry, and curls up, miserable and in the way that dogs have, being miserable AT ME until I stop being stupid and go inside.  Finally I finish up and head back inside.  Of course, now that he's wet and I'm still mostly dry, ALL my dogs want to cuddle right then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is how I ended up smelling like wet dog and having to change clothes.</content>
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    <title>Raaaain</title>
    <published>2014-07-29T16:05:01Z</published>
    <updated>2014-07-29T16:05:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Fun times!&lt;br /&gt;Wake up, hear the rain going... "Oh crap, we forgot to take the trash out last night, and I have about an hour before he comes down my street!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throw on clothes, run like mad, whew, got it done in time I think.</content>
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