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  <title>Exit, pursued by bear</title>
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  <updated>2012-02-16T16:25:21Z</updated>
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    <title>The wizard of Alki Beach</title>
    <published>2012-02-16T16:25:21Z</published>
    <updated>2012-02-16T16:25:21Z</updated>
    <category term="seattle"/>
    <category term="alki beach"/>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:markbourne:94819</id>
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    <title>Unsinkable</title>
    <published>2012-01-19T21:04:44Z</published>
    <updated>2012-01-19T22:57:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Yesterday&amp;rsquo;s fine blanketing of new-fallen snow is now, after hours of light freezing rain, today&amp;rsquo;s encasement in ice. I just finished chipping and shoveling a mountain of ice off our front steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as I was wearily leaning the shovel near the front door, an enormous passenger liner hove into view, moving at top speed. It struck my mountain of shoveled ice, capsized, and broke in two. The scream of wrenched metal! The shrieks and lamentations of tumbling bodies! Down, down it slid with eerie grace into the snow near where Kai peed on a bush just a few hours earlier. And yet the band played on. A pitiful few lifeboats, some only half full of wailing women and children, managed to break away and row down 41st Ave. toward the more traveled depths of Andover Street and possible rescue. The last thing I saw was Leonardo DiCaprio sinking into the lawn. I would have offered him a rope or the shovel handle or something, but just then, from the kitchen, I heard the kettle for the hot chocolate. I feel kind of bad about that, but, after all, needs must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now not only do I expect difficulty getting my car started tomorrow, I gotta hire somebody to clean up the lawn by hauling away all those deck chairs.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:markbourne:94609</id>
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    <title>An Alaskan Malamute in Seattle (pt. 2)</title>
    <published>2012-01-18T20:22:03Z</published>
    <updated>2012-01-18T20:22:25Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;... Just in case it&amp;#39;s different in the backyard...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" height="398" src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/fbb560017c852bde344ade36a5b12c9c76eeda38f284d45a641719215ae96675/P2WlxyVijxKvg25p8sxXVEMdsf-ah7h0yFmVCb9SndvR_A3Gm8TrC0UrT056H0p0pQ1Tky-bMVNpFEQJtxcu7UgOhzjkOeC-_lRfsy4wZ0O0XrLLiZYAg31X_A8:0pMoaOhio9fsZdEBP6xcpQ" style="border-width: 0pt; border-style: solid;" width="600" fetchpriority="high" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;... Nope, about the same...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" height="398" src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/d217d3b0a9575670eaa1f886ef4a3410e7f80a99789613da2e6d7c7f060b2f39/P2WlxyVijxKvg25p8sxXVEMdsf-ah7h0yFmVCb9SndvR_A3Gm8TrC0UrT056H0p0pQ1Tky-bMVNpFEQJtxcu7UgOhzjkOeC-_lRfsy4wZ0O0XrLLiZgAg31X_A8:jHAQLGrmf7cZg43n0_ZYtg" style="border-width: 0pt; border-style: solid;" width="600" loading="lazy" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;... Definitely not ham.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" height="398" src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/26e80e10e9a63c6651e0c4aa44a0df8ceb1578faf6f7c6ab2fb1fb0094019b17/P2WlxyVijxKvg25p8sxXVEMdsf-ah7h0yFmVCb9SndvR_A3Gm8TrC0UrT056H0p0pQ1Tky-bMVNpFEQJtxcu7UgOhzjkOeC-_lRfsy4wZ0O0XrLLiZAax2dAuVBv:JOYIO2U5g939WW23Rv9Sww" style="border-width: 0pt; border-style: solid;" width="600" loading="lazy" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:markbourne:94392</id>
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    <title>An Alaskan Malamute in Seattle</title>
    <published>2012-01-18T18:05:01Z</published>
    <updated>2012-01-18T18:07:18Z</updated>
    <category term="kai"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Not &amp;quot;snowpocalypse.&amp;quot; Not &amp;quot;snowmaggedon.&amp;quot; Both examples of &lt;i&gt;lingua hysterica&lt;/i&gt; can be retired now....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" height="398" src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/fb3fc827e0aed38b2810acec2d5e8fd4446e0d8b5ac414a68ae1579500b8cf2e/P2WlxyVijxKvg25p8sxXVEMdsf-ah7h0yFmVCb9SndvR_A3Gm8TrC0UrT056H0p0pQ1Tky-bMVNpFEQJtxcu7UgOhzjkOeC-_lRfsy4wZ0O0XrLLiZAAg31X_A8:c59d8QTgAloz3Su5g45edA" style="border-width: 0pt; border-style: solid;" width="600" fetchpriority="high" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;... It&amp;#39;s just snow....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" height="398" src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/1d29824e2e956d014f3827a6750a5bcbcf34d143e27f9966cb73bafdb5883ba9/P2WlxyVijxKvg25p8sxXVEMdsf-ah7h0yFmVCb9SndvR_A3Gm8TrC0UrT056H0p0pQ1Tky-bMVNpFEQJtxcu7UgOhzjkOeC-_lRfsy4wZ0O0XrLLiZMAg31X_A8:whlnPfKhUpzcAVbl3Z9fHA" style="border-width: 0pt; border-style: solid;" width="600" loading="lazy" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;... Still pretty damn cold, though.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" height="398" src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/fa79b54924ac2a4afdb94841c4a4cf195d40ef47bcea4310f032797841ebbe41/P2WlxyVijxKvg25p8sxXVEMdsf-ah7h0yFmVCb9SndvR_A3Gm8TrC0UrT056H0p0pQ1Tky-bMVNpFEQJtxcu7UgOhzjkOeC-_lRfsy4wZ0O0XrLLiZIAg31X_A8:rWSOhl9hnSF5SoIuF5BfxA" style="border-width: 0pt; border-style: solid;" width="600" loading="lazy" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;...On the other hand...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" height="398" src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/2a7b409611c28bf51ada475da5e8d10858fc9a03fa2992cbb04e2da0164cb01c/P2WlxyVijxKvg25p8sxXVEMdsf-ah7h0yFmVCb9SndvR_A3Gm8TrC0UrT056H0p0pQ1Tky-bMVNpFEQJtxcu7UgOhzjkOeC-_lRfsy4wZ0O0XrLLiZUAg31X_A8:YxUSpB4j8xEDuaxdYb1dzQ" style="border-width: 0pt; border-style: solid;" width="600" loading="lazy" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;...The neighborhood kids &lt;i&gt;are&lt;/i&gt; out playing.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" height="398" src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/08af3363a4f22b9ed3588e761faa3cdb7b6aa32081e732356f713676cc442e4d/P2WlxyVijxKvg25p8sxXVEMdsf-ah7h0yFmVCb9SndvR_A3Gm8TrC0UrT056H0p0pQ1Tky-bMVNpFEQJtxcu7UgOhzjkOeC-_lRfsy4wZ0O0XrLLiZQAg31X_A8:DGj7H7PjPKym8niWq7JdFQ" style="border-width: 0pt; border-style: solid;" width="600" loading="lazy" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:markbourne:94077</id>
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    <title>Why I love my neighborhood, no. 112</title>
    <published>2012-01-17T03:18:45Z</published>
    <updated>2012-01-17T03:18:45Z</updated>
    <category term="seattle"/>
    <content type="html">Not new if you know me on FB, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" height="448" src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/ad5a4e220d194f02bb3c69d3b45b00c75d03e8201dd076319317df77649b6b53/P2WlxyVijxKvg25p8sxXVEMdsf-ah7h0yFmVCb9SndvR_A3Gm8TrC0UrT056H0p0pQ1FjyTdawpGWABcnxkp_UMdziWfdazTvUldqAMvIALrUf4:yrGONn1jBUbHWLxsEwsLBQ" style="border-width: 0pt; border-style: solid;" width="600" fetchpriority="high" /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:markbourne:93927</id>
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    <title>Kai: "Stupid furless primates. You want to go back inside ALREADY?"</title>
    <published>2012-01-16T20:40:41Z</published>
    <updated>2012-01-16T20:40:41Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;img alt="" height="448" src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/124b99fb95d530f7bcad819e13021d86a9cbd68a268104c3508464ee451b38ed/P2WlxyVijxKvg25p8sxXVEMdsf-ah7h0yFmVCb9SndvR_A3Gm8TrC0UrT056H0p0pQ1-nTThcA1KCm1d0ElushddxX3fP6uc:6E5QVaTfDRd05vhkrW_CTg" style="border-width: 0pt; border-style: solid;" width="600" fetchpriority="high" /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:markbourne:93456</id>
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    <title>Google-plotz</title>
    <published>2012-01-13T20:35:05Z</published>
    <updated>2012-01-13T22:34:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img alt="" height="95" src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/d1ef30776ff063de3740b722396d39c6af55d26b9a3ce9427bdb23523ad5b96d/P2WlxyVijxKvg25p8sxXVEMdsf-ah7h0yFmVCb9SndvR_A3Gm8TrC0UrT056H0p0pQ1SkzLZbwZJElUD0xIr-AQS:MSrlhnXGAwe9lvhcPBZGhA" style="border-width: 0pt; border-style: solid; margin: 10px; float: right;" width="275" fetchpriority="high" /&gt;Okay, that&amp;#39;s it. Fed up now. Because &lt;a href="http://www.slate.com/articles/technology/technology/2012/01/google_social_search_the_tech_giant_s_disastrous_decision_to_muck_up_its_search_results_.html" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Google &amp;quot;improved&amp;quot; its search &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slate.com/articles/technology/technology/2012/01/google_social_search_the_tech_giant_s_disastrous_decision_to_muck_up_its_search_results_.html" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;algorithms &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slate.com/articles/technology/technology/2012/01/google_social_search_the_tech_giant_s_disastrous_decision_to_muck_up_its_search_results_.html" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;by integrating Google+ &amp;quot;personal&amp;quot; crap into its results&lt;/a&gt;, I&amp;#39;ve deleted my Google+ account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&amp;#39;s enough that Google&amp;#39;s recent changes to Picasa Web Albums for a while screwed up the way I post images to my Google-driven &lt;a href="http://www.markbourne.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&amp;quot;mostly movies&amp;quot; blog&lt;/a&gt;. But these &lt;a href="http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/g/a/2012/01/12/businessinsidergoogle-may-have-made.DTL" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;latest undesired &amp;quot;enhancements&amp;quot;&lt;/a&gt; just foul up my Google searches with unasked-for social-network detritus that makes what once was an easy-like-breathing search effort into what is now something else I have to skim through a handkerchief to remove content I didn&amp;#39;t ask for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&amp;#39;s a cryin&amp;#39; shame. While most of my social networking is done via Facebook (privacy settings, yes, yes, I know), I liked Google+ not because it&amp;#39;s easier or smarter (it&amp;#39;s not), but because thus far my &amp;quot;circles&amp;quot; there were refreshingly free of the petty complaining and pity-fishing that seems to be a growing percentage of &amp;quot;social&amp;quot; content. Because that percentage is so high, its cumulative effect has been wearing on me like a cheese grater, exposing my own raw nerves underneath, thus making me less productive and less good company in my own right (hell, in my own &lt;i&gt;head&lt;/i&gt;). So I&amp;#39;m making an effort to filter/reduce/avoid that percentage as much as possible in my own choices of online venues and interactions. (And yes, I acknowledge that I may be perceived to be complaining pettily myself here. I get that.) Google+ was by comparison relaxing and almost energizing in the lack of metronomic complaining and pity-fishing that scrolled before my eyes. So I&amp;#39;ll miss that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Google ultimately retracts its recent changes due to public hue and cry, I may go back to Google+. But because after deleting that account I can already see big improvement in my mundane Google search results, I won&amp;#39;t miss it very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Kablooey!</title>
    <published>2012-01-05T23:29:09Z</published>
    <updated>2012-01-05T23:34:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So, as of today we can expect to see Peter Weller (&lt;i&gt;RoboCop&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Buckaroo Banzai&lt;/i&gt;), Noel Clark (Mickey on &lt;i&gt;Doctor Who&lt;/i&gt;), and Benedict Cumberbatch (&lt;i&gt;Sherlock&lt;/i&gt;) in &lt;i&gt;Star Trek 2&lt;/i&gt;. Cumberbatch will be the villain. With of course Simon Pegg again as Scotty. The internet just geeksploded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The only reason David Tennant hasn&amp;#39;t also been cast is because &lt;i&gt;io9.com&lt;/i&gt; pleaded with J.J. Abrams against it to avoid a catastrophic server meltdown.)</content>
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    <title>Happy New Year ... and that's a wrap</title>
    <published>2012-01-01T00:35:18Z</published>
    <updated>2012-01-01T00:37:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/b22817797403156e0593785bddd538020470f8c50f66076a3b43736bc8e83310/P2WlxyVijxKvg25p8sxXVEMdsf-ah7h0jQCAV_xRg9_U4AjbgY-mB0dpP2RzEU5XuEdSlhiOLDd3SG09yxoV1EkmxFbuGcigzHtxhzQ5ZRv6MtW0sZFe3EII8QEjNztJv3y080JVLdpkBTJAKC-1ukcW1U5TQvJvhTkO1l8:P100tVOnWQB4j4DG_Hxe6g" style="border-width: 0pt; border-style: solid; width: 491px; height: 213px;" fetchpriority="high" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Bud sinks down happily on the couch, and Fran holds out the
deck to him.

                         FRAN
            Cut.

Bud cuts a card, but doesn&amp;#39;t look at it.

                         BUD
            I love you, Miss Kubelik.

                         FRAN
                   (cutting a card)
            Seven --
                   (looking at Bud&amp;#39;s card)
            -- queen.

She hands the deck to Bud.

                         BUD
            Did you hear what I said, Miss
            Kubelik? I absolutely adore you.

                         FRAN
                   (smiling)
            Shut up and deal!

Bud begins to deal, never taking his eyes off her. Fran
removes her coat, starts picking up her cards and arranging
them. Bud, a look of pure joy on his face, deals -- and
deals -- and keeps dealing.

And that&amp;#39;s about it. Story-wise.

                                            FADE OUT.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;</content>
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    <title>Post-Krismas Kai</title>
    <published>2011-12-27T03:43:23Z</published>
    <updated>2011-12-27T03:55:40Z</updated>
    <category term="kai"/>
    <content type="html">Kai says...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" height="266" src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/e01712a98698b3d791b946679aefc5223469ea8dfd34c2d090b507f549fa20cc/P2WlxyVijxKvg25p8sxXVEMdsf-ah7h0yFmVCb9SndvR_A3Gm8TrC0UrT056H0p0pQ1-jjTNbgJWInkNlCco8UkAkXLwaaer3X0SuQ:L1VRzZ5oGXrGcDhc3uw5ww" style="border-width: 0pt; border-style: solid;" width="400" fetchpriority="high" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Hey, everyone&amp;#39;s home! Let&amp;#39;s go out, chase things, run on the beach! I&amp;#39;m a dog on the go! There&amp;#39;s my ball!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" height="266" src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/b8a9246b55d4045d8403a22dd2e10ee7fbe631751cbacb6321a26160b1c524a6/P2WlxyVijxKvg25p8sxXVEMdsf-ah7h0yFmVCb9SndvR_A3Gm8TrC0UrT056H0p0pQ1-jjTNbgJWInkNlCco8UkAkXLwaqer3X0SuQ:ntNrAWgpSbwprEUAgP04qw" style="border-width: 0pt; border-style: solid;" width="400" loading="lazy" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;What? You don&amp;#39;t wanna? Damn primates. That&amp;#39;s okay, I&amp;#39;ll wait for you.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" height="266" src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/68221f2a1b066a62ebc0a91bfc5b664c9f21ce2dea59ae2c0c19c2be13c89e53/P2WlxyVijxKvg25p8sxXVEMdsf-ah7h0yFmVCb9SndvR_A3Gm8TrC0UrT056H0p0pQ1-jjTNbgJWInkNlCco8UkAkXLwa6er3X0SuQ:8a6CusXphgGM55HLSvI4cw" style="border-width: 0pt; border-style: solid;" width="400" loading="lazy" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;No, really, you go on and do your monkey things. I&amp;#39;m ready when you are.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" height="266" src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/53ae798fbd2cf10641df6af7d6d72353ae0cac061573f2db956f146f1998fb5f/P2WlxyVijxKvg25p8sxXVEMdsf-ah7h0yFmVCb9SndvR_A3Gm8TrC0UrT056H0p0pQ1-jjTNbgJWInkNlCco8UkAkXLwbKer3X0SuQ:P98emISr6DH2FL-4PN86eg" style="border-width: 0pt; border-style: solid;" width="400" loading="lazy" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Actually, this is a comfortable spot.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" height="266" src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/827250f0766b6c106c27d28b962458e3e55da45731a980e11b7499edcedbf9dd/P2WlxyVijxKvg25p8sxXVEMdsf-ah7h0yFmVCb9SndvR_A3Gm8TrC0UrT056H0p0pQ1-jjTNbgJWInkNlCco8UkAkXLwbaer3X0SuQ:UKL3IylrJ4xTX2tz9tA6og" style="border-width: 0pt; border-style: solid;" width="400" loading="lazy" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Screw it. Wake me when there&amp;#39;s ham.&amp;quot;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:markbourne:92614</id>
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    <title>'Tis the season for Sherlock</title>
    <published>2011-12-19T16:51:00Z</published>
    <updated>2011-12-19T16:51:00Z</updated>
    <category term="sherlock holmes"/>
    <category term="movies"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://markbourne.blogspot.com/2011/12/tis-season-for-sherlock.html" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;At my &amp;quot;mostly movies&amp;quot; blog, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Open the Pod Bay Doors, HAL&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/3240bf9194e5180e9dbd514fca0681d64e5bf59561f912bdc5385d59712d6a6f/P2WlxyVijxKvg25p8sxXVEMdsf-ah7h0iwCAV_xRg9_U4AjbgY-mB0dpTVZHHEdAn3Byiw3RLDdQS2M4nisKxhAmxFbuGcigzHtxgAZUZT3qCtuAnpZH2moA8QEjNztJv1u083FJI8t7ADhCMRWIgFYu00pSGq4nwSMZkwC_:oekGHl1J_TqMp6hjozXCig" style="border-width: 0pt; border-style: solid; float: right; width: 235px; height: 293px;" fetchpriority="high" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Peter Jackson&amp;#39;s film versions of Tolkien&amp;#39;s &lt;i&gt;The Lord of the Rings&lt;/i&gt;, cinematic adaptations of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle&amp;#39;s Sherlock Holmes canon are vulnerable to an extra lens of critical analysis. The legions of fans, aficionados, devotees, and armchair scholars of a book-to-film&amp;#39;s original source material must, like skeptical clerics studying the Shroud of Turin, hold up every foot and frame of the filmmaker&amp;#39;s work to the light of the hallowed author&amp;#39;s words and pages. And we all know what the first four letters of the word &lt;i&gt;analysis&lt;/i&gt; are. Is the film version faithful to its revered source? Does &amp;quot;faithful&amp;quot; mean dogmatic word-for-word translation from one medium to another, or are creative and practical allowances excusable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Tolkien&amp;#39;s fantasy epic, Doyle&amp;#39;s beloved Victorian detective stories evoke an idealized time and place that never existed except between our ears, so any attempt to visualize them onscreen is inevitably judged through filters found, as Holmes authority Vincent Starrett put it, &amp;quot;in a romantic chamber of the heart, in a nostalgic country of the mind, where it is always 1895.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, here are a few that I&amp;#39;m pleased to have on my DVD shelves....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:markbourne:92279</id>
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    <title>markbourne @ 2011-11-28T18:13:00</title>
    <published>2011-11-29T02:13:01Z</published>
    <updated>2011-11-29T02:13:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Elizabeth and I together never forget those three little words: &amp;quot;Jeeves and Wooster.&amp;quot; Alternatively, &amp;quot;Fry and Laurie&amp;quot; work well too.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:markbourne:91965</id>
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    <title>Carl Sagan, "The Demon-Haunted World", 1997,  p. 25</title>
    <published>2011-11-27T18:53:59Z</published>
    <updated>2011-11-27T18:53:59Z</updated>
    <category term="politics"/>
    <category term="carl sagan"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;img alt="" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/391001_10150680290473243_702783242_10514323_1763319600_n.jpg" style="border-width: 0pt; border-style: solid;" fetchpriority="high" /&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:markbourne:91740</id>
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    <title>markbourne @ 2011-11-27T10:51:00</title>
    <published>2011-11-27T18:51:38Z</published>
    <updated>2011-11-27T18:51:38Z</updated>
    <category term="politics"/>
    <category term="struck me funny at the time"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/389427_10150678819183243_702783242_10509054_1345859593_n.jpg" style="border-width: 0pt; border-style: solid; width: 417px; height: 417px;" fetchpriority="high" /&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:markbourne:91503</id>
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    <title>"Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewell!"</title>
    <published>2011-09-07T01:01:09Z</published>
    <updated>2011-09-07T02:06:35Z</updated>
    <category term="shakespeare"/>
    <category term="just so you know where i stand"/>
    <content type="html">I make it a rule to rarely post rants. Rants are to the internet what rain is to a tin roof, and by nature I&amp;#39;m not a ranty guy. Yet here&amp;#39;s an exception to the rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/83835bd5fc641cbae320a0b1a5abc827105925620d46e742eebfbb18a8335475/P2WlxyVijxKvg25p8sxXVEMdsf-ah7h0yFmVCb9SndvR_A3Gm8TrC0UrT056H0p0pQ1ZlniMMwpGElwf0jQRwEcBjGXWdfqJ7FFVtwFkKwDpXemJsYNT:5IsW0vZxhaPyLqTYox0fQw" style="margin: 5px; float: right; width: 150px; height: 116px;" fetchpriority="high" /&gt;God DAMN Orson Scott Card and the &amp;quot;God Hates Fags&amp;quot; jalopy he rode in on. Not merely as a Shakespeare enthusiast, but as a reasonably decent human being, I find &lt;a href="http://www.raintaxi.com/online/2011summer/card.shtml" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;what he&amp;#39;s done to &lt;i&gt;Hamlet&lt;/i&gt; in this novella&lt;/a&gt; to be vile from a half-dozen vectors. Fortunately I didn&amp;#39;t care for his work even before he proved himself to be a bigoted spite spigot, and I have a big shelf of Shakespeare fiction to serve as a palliative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, to quote a bloke, what a foul and pestilent congregation of vapors.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:markbourne:91351</id>
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    <title>Paging Hercule Poirot</title>
    <published>2011-09-06T17:47:49Z</published>
    <updated>2011-09-06T18:04:20Z</updated>
    <category term="writing"/>
    <category term="movies"/>
    <category term="travel"/>
    <category term="comics"/>
    <content type="html">According to Google Analytics, since Aug. 29 someone (singular or plural, I don&amp;#39;t know) from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leuven" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Leuven&lt;/a&gt;, Flemish Brabant, Belgium has returned to my site-archived &lt;i&gt;Fantasy &amp;amp; Science Fiction&lt;/i&gt; magazine story &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.markbourne.com/mustardseed.htm" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&amp;quot;Mustard Seed&amp;quot;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; nearly 40 times, sometimes four of five times in a day, each time by Googling the phrase &amp;quot;thank you god for making me an instrument.&amp;quot; My curiosity piqued, I&amp;#39;ve added a note to the story inviting them to drop me an email to say Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, since early August there&amp;#39;s been a dramatic upswing in people from all over Googling &amp;quot;Calvin and Hobbes&amp;quot; + astronomy/universe/stars/philosophy and thereby landing on my &lt;a href="http://www.markbourne.com/astronomy.htm" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Astronomy&lt;/a&gt; page. Is there a C&amp;amp;H meme going around?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/64460625f72c87d0777e2ab94fb0a31d562c9404e5ea297c8c4dace07973a625/P2WlxyVijxKvg25p8sxXVEMdsf-ah7h0yFmVCb9SndvR_A3Gm8TrC0UrT056H0p0pQ12nTHIag1tElAOmAsEqQtc2zqfaqeG5FwSuQ:0A3PDgA_DeGqPenwlqC1Uw" fetchpriority="high" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And over at&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Open the Pod Bay Doors, HAL&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, I posted about revisiting the Peter Cook/Dudley Moore comedy &lt;a href="http://markbourne.blogspot.com/2011/09/bedazzled-1967-giving-devil-his-due.html" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bedazzled&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ahead of revisiting &lt;i&gt;Faust &lt;/i&gt;yet again in London later this month.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:markbourne:91100</id>
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    <title>That's "Air Commodore" Bourne to you, mate!</title>
    <published>2011-08-05T19:57:35Z</published>
    <updated>2011-08-05T20:45:25Z</updated>
    <category term="elizabeth"/>
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    <content type="html">Next month, Elizabeth and I, in the company of &lt;span  class="ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-type-P     "  data-ljuser="shelly_rae" lj:user="shelly_rae" &gt;&lt;a href="https://shelly-rae.livejournal.com/profile/"  target="_self"  class="i-ljuser-profile" &gt;&lt;img  class="i-ljuser-userhead"  src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/userinfo_v8.png?v=17080&amp;v=923.1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://shelly-rae.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username"   target="_self"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;shelly_rae&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, will be spending a week and a half in London, house-sitting for &lt;span  class="ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-type-P     "  data-ljuser="fjm" lj:user="fjm" &gt;&lt;a href="https://fjm.livejournal.com/profile/"  target="_self"  class="i-ljuser-profile" &gt;&lt;img  class="i-ljuser-userhead"  src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/userinfo_v8.png?v=17080&amp;v=923.1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://fjm.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username"   target="_self"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;fjm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. All rather sudden and unexpected, but welcome indeed. Elizabeth has been wanting to get me out on a Big Trip since just after the events of 2009, and I've been uncharacteristically balking (stuff, things), so this was an offer too good to refuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our itinerary is catching the &lt;a href="http://www.shakespearesglobe.com/theatre/on-stage/doctor-faustus" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;current production of &lt;i&gt;Dr. Faustus&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; at Shakespeare's Globe. Last night we secured our tickets well in advance. (Good thing too, as those tickets are moving like a bat out of Mephistopheles' front door.)&amp;nbsp; In so doing, we registered a new account at the Globe's website. There we noticed the dropdown list of titles/honorifics you can choose to apply to your name. No big deal, lots of sites have such a list. Yes, they do. Nonetheless, this was their list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both;text-align:center" class=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" imageanchor="1" href="http://www.markbourne.com/images/globe_tix_reg_titles.png" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/2b88b62e6b82f0429dcc8fc9bb592055adf0aa6ba10d662973721046048a0e4a/P2WlxyVijxKvg25p8sxXVEMdsf-ah7h0yFmVCb9SndvR_A3Gm8TrC0UrT056H0p0pQ1SkDLcZjxRFEozjx08wFIGn3vKK6eR410SuQ:s5IxpaEs4p0Rdm5q5bcW5w" alt="" fetchpriority="high" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth is now, I believe, Countess  of Seattle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="120" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, that's Arthur Darvill, &lt;i&gt;Doctor Who&lt;/i&gt;'s serially deceased &amp;quot;Rory Williams&amp;quot; as Mephistopheles. And may I say, &lt;i&gt;Oh hell yeah&lt;/i&gt;.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:markbourne:90841</id>
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    <title>Look me up. I'm on the Internet!</title>
    <published>2011-06-08T22:12:46Z</published>
    <updated>2011-06-08T23:52:16Z</updated>
    <category term="struck me funny at the time"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;img vspace="10" hspace="10" align="right" alt="" style="width: 246px; height: 168px;" src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/75c24c1fb20380cbbe1b30f51bcece1c92759c369b3fb3e7fb9cc507159637f6/P2WlxyVijxKvg25p8sxXVEMdsf-ah7h0jACAV_xRg9_U4AjbgY-mB0dpTRdvNUhYuQ8G0SvnLDdAIgUzkBQzzlImxFbuGcigzHtxhwFMZQXDEdWTgMZdoUdx8QEjNztJv0Gy4mZXI8t5HDhcchqLuBIy:9FcxvdVuhFPPZyfj66fmNQ" fetchpriority="high" /&gt;As recorded by Google Analytics, here's a sample of search engine keywords that have led visitors to &lt;a href="http://www.markbourne.com" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;my website&lt;/a&gt;'s pages over the past twelve months:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;First, the egoboo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; At the top of the list (by frequency) are general permutations of my name: &lt;ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mark bourne&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&amp;mdash; with or without enclosing quotation marks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mark bourne books&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mark bourne fantasy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mark bourne seattle &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mark bourne website&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mark bourne writer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p&gt;...and so on. Surprising yet gratifying how many times this has occurred. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Sometimes my fiction or other work has been searched out specifically:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mark bourne action figures&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&amp;mdash; My &lt;em&gt;Realms of Fantasy&lt;/em&gt; story, or else a new line of toys I'm not getting royalties for.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mark bourne boss &amp;quot;alternate tyrants&amp;quot;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;mdash; &lt;em&gt;Alternate Tyrants&lt;/em&gt; was the Resnick/Greenberg anthology with my Al Capone story, &amp;quot;Boss.&amp;quot; One of my favorites, actually, in a book that received zero promotion as far as I could tell.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mark bourne - brokedown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;mdash; One of my &lt;em&gt;F&amp;amp;SF&lt;/em&gt; stories.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mark bourne brokedown summary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &amp;mdash; Just read the fucking story, person from Budapest.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mark bourne mustard seed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;mdash; Another &lt;em&gt;F&amp;amp;SF&lt;/em&gt; story.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;like no business i know mark bourne&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&amp;mdash; My second&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;Chicks in Chainmail&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;story&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mark bourne xora&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;mdash; A character in my second &lt;em&gt;Chicks in Chainmail&lt;/em&gt; story&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mark bourne the nature of the beast&lt;/em&gt; , &lt;em&gt;the nature of the beast by mark bourne&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;mdash; An &lt;em&gt;Aeon&lt;/em&gt; magazine story.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;boss: an oral history of the rise and rise of president alphonse capon&lt;/em&gt;e&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;mdash; That's the title of a fictitious Studs Terkel book within my &lt;em&gt;Alternate Tyrants&lt;/em&gt; story &amp;quot;Boss.&amp;quot; Odd that someone was looking for it specifically.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;mark bourne what dreams are made on &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;mdash; My &lt;em&gt;Full Spectrum 5&lt;/em&gt; and university lit textbook antho story.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My &lt;em&gt;Sherlock Holmes in Orbit&lt;/em&gt; story, &amp;quot;The Case of the Detective's Smile,&amp;quot; is far and away the most popular published story I have on the site, with new pings almost daily. Search variations have included:&lt;ul type="circle"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;detective's smile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;mdash; Dozens of 'em.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mark bourne the case of the detective's smile sherlock holmes in orbit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the case of the detective's smile amazon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the case of the detective's smile download&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the case of the detective's smile audiobook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the case of the detective's smile mark bourne read online&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mark bourne short story collection&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&amp;mdash; Looking for the OOP Scorpius ebook or a print collection (alas)?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;stories and mark bourne&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mark bourne star trek&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;mdash; My ST planetarium show?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mark bourne ray bradbury&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;mdash; I &lt;a href="http://markbourne.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-90th-birthday-ray-bradbury.html" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;directed a couple of his plays&lt;/a&gt; and corresponded with him back in the day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;what are mark bourne books about?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&amp;mdash; I&amp;rsquo;d like to know the answer this person came up with.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've written over a half-million words for various venues on movies and such things (and have a &lt;a href="http://www.markbourne.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&amp;quot;mostly movies&amp;quot; blog&lt;/a&gt;), so related searches on record are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mark bourne film critic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mark bourne film.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;quot;mark bourne&amp;quot; dvd&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mark bourne films&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mark bourne dr. jekyll&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;mdash; I sure hope this referred to the appropriate movie write-up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Additionally, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;star trek: orion rendezvous&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;star trek: federation science&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, both of which I was lead writer on, still get a surprising number of search hits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there are plenty of Mark Bournes in the world, especially in the UK, so the site has received hits from strangers probably disappointed to find the wrong one:&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mark bourne architect in omaha &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;markbourne comic book artist&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&amp;mdash; I wish that were me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mark bourne medieval &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;mdash; not &amp;quot;...on your ass,&amp;quot; alas.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mark bourne football&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&amp;mdash; So not me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mark bourne first christian church of merritt island&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;mdash; Ditto.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;mark bourne looking for love&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&amp;mdash; My favorite.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it gets amusing. Or just weird. Several of my pro published  stories are archived at the site, and Google searches that land people  on them can be &amp;hellip; varied. Here are selected keyword sets that have led wayward netizens to various parts of my site. These are verbatim and unedited:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;quot;and a beautiful diaphanous girl willing to be turned into a chimpanzee&amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;quot;and thence we came forth to see again the stars&amp;quot; dante means what?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;quot;let me tell you bout momo, the missouri monster&amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;quot;the sign said&amp;quot; &amp;quot;harlan ellison&amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a man who's licked his weight in wild caterpillers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a piece of something that drove a woman insane literature&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;action figure that look like a fly&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;action figures pamela anderson &amp;mdash; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;also&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &amp;quot;pamela anderson action figure&amp;quot; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;on four separate occasions.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;al capone still alive&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;alien seed in her belly&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and my younger brother received pigeon shit in one of his eye when he looked up in the sky to see if it was an aircraft or something else&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;baboons fucking a human being&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the beast of titan his snout sniffed the air&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;big bat like things that wrap their wings around people and liquefy them movie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bloody roosters of cantaloupe isle&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bruce willis action figure doll&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;building instructions for star trek space docking station&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bulging breechcloth&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;captain dichario, star trek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &amp;mdash; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;(&lt;i&gt;The name of the main character in &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Star Trek: Orion Rendezvous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;. Named after writer and Rochester, NY pal Nick DiChario.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cary grant swims from one backyard pool to another to get home&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;casablanca movie vs antigone by anouih &amp;mdash; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(There's a college freshman I don't envy.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;chritian groups og the 90'simage lord i've reached the mark once more&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cosmic irony in the love song of j. alfred prufrock&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cum sprite mistress elf&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;deadly figures and pamela anderson&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;des belles et une bete dog sex dvd&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;detached from brain .... soul adrift&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;did a human being think with his mind or his heart?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;disturbed woman and a beast of nature &amp;mdash; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(This one appears twice, from separate origins and dates.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;does anyone remember that ghost story from in a dark, dark room? it&amp;rsquo;s the story about the little girl that had a ribbon tied around her neck, she had it throughout her whole life until she grew old and sick. when she laid upon her death bed, she asked her husband to untie the ribbon.. he did, and then her head fell off.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;don't tell me the moon is shining in russian&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dream hairy palms hairy wrists&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;eating whipped shit&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;everything about western literature&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fat couple action figure&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fat women action figures&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fiction he like to spread eagle hairy women&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;floating giggling dirigible &amp;mdash; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(My &lt;/em&gt;Asimov's SFM&lt;em&gt; story &amp;quot;Being Human&amp;quot; has just such a character.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;galactic wizard bus&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;gardner dozois mark twain invented television&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;gates mcfadden legs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;gates mcfadden leg video&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;gates mcfadden long legs&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;giant man huge erection grew walked towards her screamed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;going to museums is very educational&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;greek mythology believes that many millions of years ago men and women were adjoined. having 4 legs and 4 arms. believing that they had become too powerful, the gods decided to cut them in half. leaving them forever to search for their soul mate.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;quot;he kissed her&amp;quot; &amp;quot;she slapped him&amp;quot; &amp;quot;script&amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;quot;her skull&amp;quot; &amp;quot;her brain&amp;quot; wires breasts cock&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;her wings made it difficult for her to get into the car&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hollywood undead im sorry no nuther web.com&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;how is it like being human?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;huckleberry finn link to cosmology&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;quot;i entered him&amp;quot; -butch -rooster -fair -competition -cat -dog -race&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i got us an itinerary. afraid to fly girl, it's not that scary. i want to show you around the world. i only pick a few so that makes you a special girl. its somethin about the way you smile. those dimples in your cheeks just drive me wild&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i have the cape, i make the fucking whoosh sound&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i realize that i miss being human&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i would like the joke about different parts of the body wanting to be boss of the body , but only the asshole can be the boss.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;if it wasn't me but i really ferocious beast i would just take you and they would have to lock me up forever until i died and went to hell where i would finally learn my lesson and return as me who would never dream of doing that again. its good that i wouldnt.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;is philip glass a cat person or a dog person?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;jeff goldblum flirts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;jeff goldblum intensely private person&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;jeff goldblum touch nose on subway&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;judy garland wore prosthetic in nostrils in wizard of oz&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;jungle fuck a monster beast&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;king kong blonde tied to poles&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;quot;king kong&amp;quot; hanging wrists &amp;quot;ann darrow&amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;king kong tears away fay wray's dress&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;kong ann torn dress&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;kubrick movies sex with many women, cuckoo clock, kubrick&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;laser show slugs story faerie&amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Someone seeking my first &amp;quot;Chicks in Chainmail&amp;quot; story. I hope.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lawyer action figure&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mark proving god's love through the solar system&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;metal tight body move my tried sit up mouth device&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;movie about woman visit village and beast descending from hell&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;photo of chimp dressed in denham&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pics of guy goes so fast then stops his eyeballs fall out&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;picture of silver slug slime left behind&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pictures of women with wrists bound by manacles and chains. &amp;mdash; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I'm not including similar search phrases that are more disturbing than this.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;rachel sunk back in her chair, clutching her throbbing head. she picked up the roses and inhaled deeply the sweet sent. but there was nothing sweet about this gesture.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;retro sex movies 1922&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;roles and responsiblites of the bridge staff on a federation starship&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sexy adult fantasy action figures&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sexy posable pamila anderson toy action figure&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;shitty action figures&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;short stories on difficulties of being human&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;slugs laser show planetarium story &amp;mdash; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(And another search for that &amp;quot;Chicks in Chainmail&amp;quot; story. Again: I hope.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;small bald spot crawling on back, head, top spine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;space chimps movie flesh devouring beast picture&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;spock visine whale&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sun palace has earned mark bourne &amp;mdash; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(From Bangkok. Being here in Seattle, I'd like a sun palace, yes, please.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tiny men being stepped on videos&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;warlock summons a demon and she turns him into a girl&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wasn't jeff goldblum married a third time?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;what are the chances of our visiting mercury on a field trip without using the magic school bus?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;when da vinci saw saturn's rings&amp;nbsp;&amp;mdash; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(DaVinci, Galileo, whatevs)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;where in the bible does it say that satan is wrapped in diamonds&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;works of western literature, mark bourne&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;yell at me. leave and come back to me. musicians, painters, poets, sculptors, actors, writers, all they who like me misplace their love, who stuff it into mirrors, shatter them into half-truths, and paint the pieces and hand them out. i am compelled by a desire for them. aren't you? legless birds. we are all just too funny, too ugly, our coughs too thick to ever be tired of. bark. bark. bark at nothing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only hope that these visitors enjoyed whatever landing pages my site offered them, and that otherwise they found the sites (or psychiatric care) they needed.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>SIFF — The Trip, Trollhunter</title>
    <published>2011-05-25T21:49:15Z</published>
    <updated>2011-05-25T21:49:15Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">At &lt;a href="http://markbourne.blogspot.com" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Open the Pod Bay Doors, HAL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://markbourne.blogspot.com/2011/05/siff-trip.html" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Trip&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; -- Britcom angst with Steve Coogan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://markbourne.blogspot.com/2011/05/siff-trollhunter.html" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trollhunter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; -- Then Ole says to Sven, &amp;quot;I thought you said &lt;em&gt;toll&lt;/em&gt; bridge.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/4ce454d167f353f8c2e39013bbf2d5d02a42ce200865c43a7b1126f025b24fdf/P2WlxyVijxKvg25p8sxXVEMdsf-ah7h0iwCAV_xRg9_U4AjbgY-mB0dpTWFYMk8lo0R6rG_nLDdBEVoNkjYJ6AsmxFbuGcigzHtxhxpmZUXPH-aqvOxlg1dl8QEjNztJv3uV0EV6L8d8ByVIKRykvVEh3kpTH6sxiGsU:ycmVl1p8yMyudZuSd2jaKw" style="width: 453px; height: 93px;" alt="" fetchpriority="high" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>SIFF — Cameraman: The Life and Work of Jack Cardiff, Another Earth, LOVE</title>
    <published>2011-05-22T19:57:55Z</published>
    <updated>2011-05-24T02:40:04Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://markbourne.blogspot.com/2011/05/siff-cameraman-life-and-work-of-jack.html" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cameraman: The Life and Work of Jack Cardiff&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://markbourne.blogspot.com/2011/05/siff-another-earth.html" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Another Earth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://markbourne.blogspot.com/2011/05/siff-love.html" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOVE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Win, win, &lt;em&gt;clang!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now at &lt;a href="http://markbourne.blogspot.com" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Open the Pod Pay Doors, HAL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" style="width: 292px; height: 346px;" src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/ea5a4341c15c6036a2654ed9dc6d4dc3469bbbfa5cdfbb4d15e4bd1e93ad32f4/P2WlxyVijxKvg25p8sxXVEMdsf-ah7h0jACAV_xRg9_U4AjbgY-mB0dpTWRYMGNQnGNEjQTvLDdBGkYJhQEEyHAmxFbuGcigzHtxhxpAZTnGQsXLt-8Yq2Fl8QEjNztJv3uV0EV6KcR5EjZMOQSTgFk_2EBPVO8xgS5LiQ:fDv8MBg4N3K705LTBWmbpg" fetchpriority="high" /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:markbourne:89892</id>
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    <title>"There is no Rapture. There is only Zuul!"</title>
    <published>2011-05-21T16:22:38Z</published>
    <updated>2011-05-21T16:22:38Z</updated>
    <category term="struck me funny at the time"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/0f3084a3b86aaff4d0ace42e4ff6ee068e2efe3c5670ef6bea350c9c308cfa35/P2WlxyVijxKvg25p8sxXVEMdsf-ah7h0iwCAV_xRg9_U4AjbgY-mB0dpTXYkE3kpulp5tQj3LDdBHAAuuk82y20mxFbuGcigzHtxhxsxZUDqFdvPheQcukF98QEjNztJv3Kp428LJth3Sio:V6V-GmJS_SIeEg24tWTv2Q" style="width: 580px; height: 243px;" alt="" fetchpriority="high" /&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:markbourne:89756</id>
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    <title>SIFF — Paper Birds (Pájaros de Papel) + 2</title>
    <published>2011-05-19T17:55:13Z</published>
    <updated>2011-05-19T17:55:59Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">At &lt;a href="http://markbourne.blogspot.com/2011/05/siff-paper-birds-pajaros-de-papel.html" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Open the Pod Bay Doors, HAL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. here's a  a full-on emotional, three-hanky crowd-pleaser that freely fires the big guns of sentiment. And I was okay  with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" style="width: 327px; height: 214px;" src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/13d5282cb70883bbc082467bc0febf7da9b117d55d24ac9940c8488aa108b7fe/P2WlxyVijxKvg25p8sxXVEMdsf-ah7h0jgCAV_xRg9_U4AjbgY-mB0dpTVBANVd2hmtcrhT_LDdBLwpbthkV8xcmxFbuGcigzHtxhxtIZT35IM6NhO1XhX9H8QEjNztJv1i95mZXLsFiDCQcchqLuBIy:dRzPReG3pQ6CzTbCjV6a-g" fetchpriority="high" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, &lt;a href="http://markbourne.blogspot.com/2011/05/shortbus-2006-think-kink.html" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shortbus (2006) &amp;mdash; Think kink&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://markbourne.blogspot.com/2011/05/for-your-consideration-hues-of-cobalt.html" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;For your consideration &amp;mdash; &amp;quot;Hues of cobalt and magenta&amp;quot; edition&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:markbourne:89396</id>
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    <title>SIFF — Perfect Sense</title>
    <published>2011-05-18T21:41:59Z</published>
    <updated>2011-05-18T22:53:47Z</updated>
    <category term="siff"/>
    <content type="html">One of the two films I saw at yesterday's &lt;a href="http://www.siff.net/festival/index.aspx" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;SIFF&lt;/a&gt; press preview screenings. (The other, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Paper Birds&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;,  I'll get to next.) I joined a nearly packed house. No surprise there &amp;mdash;  Ewan McGregor (feted this year at SIFF) and Eva Green!  &amp;quot;Action/Adventure, Romance, SciFi and Beyond&amp;quot; exclaim SIFF's category  tags! It's a slam-dunk!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Well, hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At &lt;a href="http://markbourne.blogspot.com/2011/05/siff-perfect-sense.html" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Open the Pod Bay Doors, HAL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" style="width: 317px; height: 193px;" src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/85319f967cd2fdab363c197fbad13edade438ceab22d3f7912360f93860feb64/P2WlxyVijxKvg25p8sxXVEMdsf-ah7h0jACAV_xRg9_U4AjbgY-mB0dpTURyJlRDm08EkyjRLDdBLAolkBUy20EmxFbuGcigzHtxhxh2ZUu_RdOP4tdkvXd18QEjNztJv1i55GVAL9xjDTldOS-WvFc91UhOQ54mnSwMmgyoFIjI6Q:OE13Pu0thBzQTjkbyegSpQ" fetchpriority="high" /&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:markbourne:89117</id>
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    <title>poetry box</title>
    <published>2011-05-16T02:07:33Z</published>
    <updated>2011-05-16T02:07:33Z</updated>
    <category term="west seattle"/>
    <content type="html">Found while walking Kai on a hitherto unexplored street near our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://farm4.static.flickr.com/3100/5724340969_1b90d8aa46_z.jpg" style="width: 483px; height: 361px;" alt="" fetchpriority="high" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:markbourne:89063</id>
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    <title>SIFF — Natural Selection</title>
    <published>2011-05-11T00:14:53Z</published>
    <updated>2011-05-11T00:14:53Z</updated>
    <category term="siff"/>
    <content type="html">Robbie Pickering's &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Natural Selection&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &amp;mdash; at &lt;a href="http://markbourne.blogspot.com/2011/05/siff-natural-selection.html" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Open the Pod Bay Doors, Hal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/abaca0620c25766bd876c1370724cb1a88ac435320ccc3bc71c5bec6162057ed/P2WlxyVijxKvg25p8sxXVEMdsf-ah7h0jQCAV_xRg9_U4AjbgY-mB0dpTUpIM395o1ZRvhDRLDdGEEQdqTUKqR4mxFbuGcigzHtxhxdUZSDAHfDO5pZhp31b8QEjNztJv0a94nZXLcRjDTtLPwSSsF4Q1FpOH6sxiGsU:Tqb03ea-lXuc4ocrIptD2g" style="width: 277px; height: 156px;" alt="" fetchpriority="high" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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