<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8115272</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:08:07.573-06:00</updated><title type='text'>...random acts of inane rantings...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zelaphez.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8115272/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zelaphez.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16070389570002731196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8115272.post-112693457129417557</id><published>2005-09-16T22:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T23:22:51.300-06:00</updated><title type='text'>to be, or not to be...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's been a long time since I posted anything here, and nobody is probably reading my blog anymore. That is, except for Ray because she made me post on my blog, so she's gonna have to read this. &lt;img src="http://www.ghettoherpers.com/images/smiles/icon_razz.gif" /&gt; Not a whole lot has been happening lately. My grandma went in for surgery during the 1st week of July, in order to have an aneurysm removed from her intestines. Ever since then, she's been in and out of the hospital for over 2 months now. My grandpa has basically fallen apart from all of this. It's been really hard on him, and frustrating for the rest of us because it's hard to see them struggle like this. Hopefully she will finally pull through, but I'm starting to have my doubts. I will just have to be optimistic and roll with the punches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another bit of news, and I know Ray's gonna be happy with this one. I just got fitted for some hearing aid molds yesterday, and I should be getting some hearing aids about a month from now. I just need to wait for approval from VR, but it shouldn't be a problem. Happy now, Ray? &lt;img src="http://www.arachnoboards.com/ab/images/smilies/033102bebe_1_prv.gif" /&gt; I'm kinda looking forward to it, but at the same time, I'm not so sure I want to deal with the stigma that may come with it. On one hand, deafies may see me as just another "hearie wannabe", which is not the case. On the other hand, hearies might see the hearing aids and think "Oh yes, he just made life easier for me", and then get mad when they find out I still can't hear as good as them. I shouldn't care what people think, it's just not something I want to deal with. I'll just have to play it by ear (pun intended).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8115272-112693457129417557?l=zelaphez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zelaphez.blogspot.com/feeds/112693457129417557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8115272&amp;postID=112693457129417557' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8115272/posts/default/112693457129417557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8115272/posts/default/112693457129417557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zelaphez.blogspot.com/2005/09/to-be-or-not-to-be.html' title='to be, or not to be...'/><author><name>Bry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16070389570002731196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8115272.post-111302097522839737</id><published>2005-04-08T21:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T22:36:12.616-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gary Brolsma is my hero</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I saw this on a website somewhere. The guy in the video is Gary Brolsma. He is singing some sort of song made by a Romanian band. Apparently he showed the video to a friend, and that friend broadcast it everywhere. It has been seen everywhere: daytime/nighttime news, news shows such as 20/20, late night talk shows, etc. There have even been several versions of it made. I watch this video and I can't stop watching it, and the song gets stuck in my head. This song is addictive! You have been warned. Gary Brolsma is my hero. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.arachnoboards.com/ab/images/smilies/emot-worship.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the original video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/numa.php"&gt;http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/numa.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The original video...closed-captioned:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://conversationswithmyself.com/content/garyb/garybrolsma.htm"&gt;http://conversationswithmyself.com/content/garyb/garybrolsma.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American Idle version:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://members.cox.net/donchin/idle.swf"&gt;http://members.cox.net/donchin/idle.swf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.garybrolsma.net/"&gt;GaryBrolsma.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.arachnoboards.com/ab/images/smilies/emot-worship.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Have I mentioned Gary Brolsma is my hero? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.arachnoboards.com/ab/images/smilies/emot-worship.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8115272-111302097522839737?l=zelaphez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zelaphez.blogspot.com/feeds/111302097522839737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8115272&amp;postID=111302097522839737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8115272/posts/default/111302097522839737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8115272/posts/default/111302097522839737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zelaphez.blogspot.com/2005/04/gary-brolsma-is-my-hero.html' title='Gary Brolsma is my hero'/><author><name>Bry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16070389570002731196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8115272.post-111234044754847670</id><published>2005-04-01T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T00:27:27.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a few months late and a post short</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know...I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those of you who know me and live near me, you know how I'm doing these days. Those of you who don't take a deep, personal fascination with my life, I shall indulge thee. Things have been going pretty good. Still working for Mr. Elway, still taking shit from car salesmen. However, nobody takes shit at work better than a certain somebody does. ;) Went on that Caribbean cruise last month and had a ball. I'm looking forward to the onset of spring as well as herping season which starts in May. Man, I'm such a nerd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it is 12:35 and I need to hit the sack to be up at 6 am for work tomorrow. I shall return, whether it be tomorrow, next week, or 6 months from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8115272-111234044754847670?l=zelaphez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zelaphez.blogspot.com/feeds/111234044754847670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8115272&amp;postID=111234044754847670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8115272/posts/default/111234044754847670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8115272/posts/default/111234044754847670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zelaphez.blogspot.com/2005/04/few-months-late-and-post-short.html' title='a few months late and a post short'/><author><name>Bry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16070389570002731196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8115272.post-109600236404146124</id><published>2004-09-23T21:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T23:07:27.493-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Caribbean, here I come!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tonight, I was talking to my mother. And she asked me if I might be interested in going on a trip with her and my stepdad. I said, "Sure, where to?" She started beating around the bush, talking about me being able to take vacation time from work for a week in February, etc.Then finally she said, "Well, I don't know if you'd be interested in a cruise to the Caribbean." FUCKING A I would!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked my mother if there would be time for me to go off and do a little herping on the islands. She replied, "Well, I don't know if you can take snakes back on the boat." I said, "I don't think I could either, even if I wanted to." I clarified that this would be a "Hello, make friends, take pictures, good-bye" kind of herping. :-) My mom pointed out that part of the cruise will include a tour through the rainforest. Somehow she knew I would like that. Now, off to researching the native herpetofauna of the Caribbean islands. Caribbean here I come! I'm so excited I could just shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, too late...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8115272-109600236404146124?l=zelaphez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zelaphez.blogspot.com/feeds/109600236404146124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8115272&amp;postID=109600236404146124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8115272/posts/default/109600236404146124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8115272/posts/default/109600236404146124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zelaphez.blogspot.com/2004/09/caribbean-here-i-come.html' title='Caribbean, here I come!'/><author><name>Bry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16070389570002731196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8115272.post-109549365248210950</id><published>2004-09-17T22:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T01:47:32.483-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today, I went to my cousin's wedding. My grandparents have 4 grandchildren. The first 3 are now married. Guess who the 4th one is? With that in mind, I was prepared to hear all the "you're next" comments. Sure enough, I was far from wrong, as I was getting them all night. I was hoping to get that line from one of the old ladies so I could turn to them at the next funeral and say "you're next". I got that line from one of my more-distant cousins. She asked me if I had a girlfriend, I said "No." She asked me if I still had my snakes, I said "Yes." Then she tells me to get rid of them because "girls do not like snakes". To which I retored "Some do." She laughed and asked me, "Like who?" I pointed out the bride and one of my cousins, both of whom like (and own) snakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just gets old hearing all of the cracks and negative bullshit people just seem obliged to say about snakes every single time. I am well-aware of the fact that snakes are not liked by many. Do I need to be reminded of this every time snakes are brought up in conversation? I try hard to educate people about snakes. Then some fool who acts like they know it all comes into the picture and debunks every myth I seem to be spurting from my arsehole. To top it off, the others go along with the know-it-alls, because their bullshit just seems so much more in tune with what they already know about snakes. Don't get me wrong, I love my snakes. But, I sometimes feel like it's an entirely pointless and neverending losing battle to try and educate people. Sometimes I feel like just getting rid of all the snakes so I don't have to hear the bullshit anymore. But then I'd be giving up something I love. And that wouldn't be fair to me, would it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8115272-109549365248210950?l=zelaphez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zelaphez.blogspot.com/feeds/109549365248210950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8115272&amp;postID=109549365248210950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8115272/posts/default/109549365248210950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8115272/posts/default/109549365248210950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zelaphez.blogspot.com/2004/09/today-i-went-to-my-cousins-wedding.html' title=''/><author><name>Bry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16070389570002731196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8115272.post-109471328034446793</id><published>2004-09-07T23:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T01:01:20.346-06:00</updated><title type='text'>gravy bowls and grandparents</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tonight, I was at my grandparents' for dinner. My grandparents were telling me some stories from their time. I don't know about you, but it's always entertaining to hear their stories. There was one story I liked in particular. My grandma was telling me about one particular night just a few months after they got married. She said, "One night, we were having dinner. your grandpa made me so angry, I picked up the gravy bowl and flung it at him. I didn't get a single drop of gravy on him. Instead, I got gravy all over everything else." She got up and walked over to the kitchen, and pulled out that very same blue bowl she threw at him 55 years ago. "We got a set of bowls for our wedding gift, I had a green one, an orange one, a yellow one, and this one. Every single one of them broke. This is the only one I ever threw, and this is the only one that didn't break. Now I'm glad I didn't hit him, because if I had, I would've killed him." I asked her, "What did he say that made you so mad?" To which my grandpa retorted, "Her gravy was lumpy." She raised up the bowl as if she were about to throw it and said, "Don't you start!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to thinking how they had been married happily all these years, and how back in their first few years, they were just starting out and probably never imagined that they'd have made it this far. They have no idea how lucky they are to have remained together happily for so long. It seems to have become something of a rarity in today's world. I would like to be able to go back in time to 1949 as a fly on the wall and take notes on everything they did right from that time until now, and apply that to my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To quote a friend of mine, "I want the stuff made of gravy bowls."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8115272-109471328034446793?l=zelaphez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zelaphez.blogspot.com/feeds/109471328034446793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8115272&amp;postID=109471328034446793' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8115272/posts/default/109471328034446793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8115272/posts/default/109471328034446793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zelaphez.blogspot.com/2004/09/gravy-bowls-and-grandparents.html' title='gravy bowls and grandparents'/><author><name>Bry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16070389570002731196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8115272.post-109425837583735550</id><published>2004-09-03T18:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T18:43:30.300-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*grumble grumble*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is just not what I needed. I went out to the bank today to get money together, because today is the ever-glorious rent day. As I was counting the money to be sure I got it all, I forgot about the damn ATM card. So, as luck would have it, the machine ate the card. I went in the bank and asked to see if they could get someone to retrieve my card from the ATM. No such luck. I have to call my bank and get a whole new one. I had just gotten this card just a few months ago. *sigh* To top it off, tomorrow is the weekend, the banks are closed, and I have $2 on me. Here's to a never-ending wait for a new card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, for an ironic moment. I was at the grocery store getting money orders to pay the rent. I happened to notice that Passion of the Christ is out on DVD, so I picked up a copy. After getting the money orders, I gathered the DVD and proceeded to walk out of the store. Just as I got to the doors, I realized I hadn't paid for the movie, so I went back and paid for it. Isn't that just ironic? Stealing a movie about Jesus Christ, of all things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8115272-109425837583735550?l=zelaphez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zelaphez.blogspot.com/feeds/109425837583735550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8115272&amp;postID=109425837583735550' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8115272/posts/default/109425837583735550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8115272/posts/default/109425837583735550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zelaphez.blogspot.com/2004/09/grumble-grumble.html' title='*grumble grumble*'/><author><name>Bry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16070389570002731196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8115272.post-109401621567003740</id><published>2004-08-31T23:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T23:26:15.983-06:00</updated><title type='text'>spilotes on the way</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know most of you don't care too much about snakes. But, a friend of mine bred a pair of Tiger Ratsnakes (Spilotes pullatus pullatus) several months ago. The female laid two clutches of eggs, which is a good thing. Then today, the first two eggs pipped (meaning the babies are cutting through the shell and getting ready to emerge). I've been wanting this species for a while, and well, let's just say I may be on a waiting list. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's pics of the babies getting ready to emerge:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://primareptilia.com/gallery/albums/spilotes1/first_pip_macro_2.sized.jpg"&gt;http://primareptilia.com/gallery/albums/spilotes1/first_pip_macro_2.sized.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no word yet, but a good possibility there may be twins in this egg:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://primareptilia.com/gallery/albums/spilotes1/second_pip_2.sized.jpg"&gt;http://primareptilia.com/gallery/albums/spilotes1/second_pip_2.sized.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics of the parents (such pretty snakes):&lt;a href="http://primareptilia.com/gallery/albums/gertrude/love_birds_3.sized.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://primareptilia.com/gallery/albums/gertrude/love_birds_3.sized.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8115272-109401621567003740?l=zelaphez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zelaphez.blogspot.com/feeds/109401621567003740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8115272&amp;postID=109401621567003740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8115272/posts/default/109401621567003740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8115272/posts/default/109401621567003740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zelaphez.blogspot.com/2004/08/spilotes-on-way.html' title='spilotes on the way'/><author><name>Bry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16070389570002731196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8115272.post-109374922339346462</id><published>2004-08-28T22:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T21:13:43.393-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, I guess I've drifted from this blog again. Not a whole lot has been happening. I recently switched shifts at work. So, I'm no longer working nights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; It just takes a little getting used to as far as getting up at 6 am every morning. But, at least I can be out by 4pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; This is nice for several reasons: I get normal hours, so I can be out early, have time to do things and run errands, have time to see friends and family. Oh, and I can actually go out on Friday and Saturday nights, rather than be stuck at work. But then again...here I am...at home...on a Saturday night...typing an entry on my blog. Go figure that one out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was my first Saturday in the morning shift. Saturday means we have to put up a whole bunch of balloons...70 fucking balloons to be exact. Quite frankly, I don't see the damn point. People go to a car dealership for the cars, not the balloons. So, I spent a good hour and half inflating, tying, inflating, tying, inflating, tying, inflating, tying 70 fucking balloons. As a result, my fingers are quite sore from tying the balloons, and on top of that, all the tying peeled a good amount of skin off my fingers. What fun... I lost a couple balloons, to which I would look up at in the sky and say, "Good riddance to you, you stupid balloon!" Then, I think about the kids that are crying and screaming that their balloons are floating away. So, the next time I see a kid throwing a fuss over some stupid balloon, I will say, "That's right, &lt;b&gt;Kiddo&lt;/b&gt;, you'd better be crying and screaming for that balloon, because somebody somewhere ripped the skin off their fingers to make your little snotty-nosed, chocolate-all-over-your-mouth self happy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you may, or may not, have noticed, my blog has moved to a new site. I was using Agreatserver before, but now I can't seem to do anything with them. Their server seems to be full up, so I can't upload any new blog posts. It was also down for about 2 weeks or so last month. I guess it wasn't such 'a great server' after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8115272-109374922339346462?l=zelaphez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zelaphez.blogspot.com/feeds/109374922339346462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8115272&amp;postID=109374922339346462' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8115272/posts/default/109374922339346462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8115272/posts/default/109374922339346462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zelaphez.blogspot.com/2004/08/okay-i-guess-ive-drifted-from-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Bry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16070389570002731196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8115272.post-109374782615614091</id><published>2004-07-30T20:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T20:50:26.156-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've finally finished my dart frog vivarium. Took me about 4 days to build, had some headaches with the building, but nothing that couldn't be solved. It did require some creative thinking to find ways to solve these problems. All in all, I had some fun putting it together. Now I just need to let the plants take root for a month or so before I actually add the frogs sometime in September. Anyway, here's a pic of the finished product. What do ya think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://redtailboa.net/gallery/data/6c8349cc7260ae62e3b1396831a8398f/943_p16768.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8115272-109374782615614091?l=zelaphez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zelaphez.blogspot.com/feeds/109374782615614091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8115272&amp;postID=109374782615614091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8115272/posts/default/109374782615614091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8115272/posts/default/109374782615614091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zelaphez.blogspot.com/2004/07/ive-finally-finished-my-dart-frog.html' title=''/><author><name>Bry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16070389570002731196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8115272.post-109374470572248427</id><published>2004-07-23T19:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T19:58:25.723-06:00</updated><title type='text'>long overdue...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;No, this blog isn't dead. Things have just been very hectic for the past month. I moved into a new apartment closer to work. I really like it here, and I finally have a snake room for what few snakes I have. *rolls eyes* So, it's cool to have them all in one room where I can just maintain all the cages and minimize distractions. Yeah, I know I'm weird. I got the phone service set up just the other day. Whee. Can't you sense my elation there? No more having to battle with the general public at the library for valuable computer time. I think the library staff was starting to catch on when I would smile happily as others hobbled off with black eyes and other miscellaneous injuries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of herps, I've recently developed an interest in dart frogs. I recently ordered all the plants I need, and I'm currently in the process of getting all the supplies I need to set up the vivarium for them. When the time comes, I'll post pictures of the progress, if anyone cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, I updated my blog. Happy now, Larry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8115272-109374470572248427?l=zelaphez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zelaphez.blogspot.com/feeds/109374470572248427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8115272&amp;postID=109374470572248427' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8115272/posts/default/109374470572248427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8115272/posts/default/109374470572248427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zelaphez.blogspot.com/2004/07/long-overdue.html' title='long overdue...'/><author><name>Bry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16070389570002731196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
