<?xml version='1.0' encoding='windows-1252'?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3311965</id><updated>2007-08-16T23:04:17.530-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rantings of a Queer Pagan</title><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/blog/index.php'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311965/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311965/posts/default'/><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/atom.xml'/><author><name>Kasper</name></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>161</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3311965.post-116244090008020230</id><published>2007-06-18T05:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T05:32:26.925-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Should felons be allowed to vote?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://jeffsbrainfarts.blogspot.com/2006/11/should-felons-be-allowed-to-vote.html" target=_blank &gt;In response to Jeffypoo:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original Post: 11/1/06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is a horrifying question. To loose your franchise because you've been convicted of a felony is reprehensible on so many levels. Let me explore a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: In Canada, you can't be charged with a felony, it's called an indictable offence, and your are not called a felon, but a convict. I realize that the source of this question stems from an American article, so I'm not trying to be a pain, just clearing that up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/blog/uploaded_images/novotenovoice-759828.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" height= 274width= 198 src="http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/blog/uploaded_images/novotenovoice-758374.jpeg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First, one can be convicted of a crime without having actually done anything illegal. False convictions happen. Alternatively one can commit a crime without being convicted. This leads to a very serious question of fairness in regards to application of punishment which we really ought to consider, but won't address any further at this point for the sake of brevity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, a citizen being convicted of a crime does not automatically equate that he has poor judgement. In fact, he could have been making a political statement, or participating in civil disobedience, or rebelling. All things I would hope we would encourage of those who have the conviction and see the need to do so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, A single failure of judgement in one instance does not indicate a contamination of the whole. Even multiples failures don't. In fact, it's often said that to succeed, one must fail. Failure of judgement is something we respect and see as a means to a healthier more enlightened end. One or many bad choices does not extend to an exclusive future of the same, nor the reverse. It's too simplistic an argument; not to mention illogical. We as a society tend to frown on throwing the baby out with the bath water. Why make an exception in regards to the most sacred of democratic rights?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; Last, Let us also not forget that we are talking about RIGHTS, not PRIVLEAGES. Rights are non-revocable! As example, you have the &lt;/i&gt;right&lt;i&gt; to freedom of association, you have the &lt;/i&gt;privilege&lt;i&gt; of using the public motorways. Do we value our RIGHT to vote so little that we are willing to equate its worth with driving a car? If so, shouldn't one then be licensed to vote? (A whole other can of worms, I know.)(Section in Italics added June 18/2007)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt long ago that conviction of an offence does not necessarily mean you have committed a crime. Even if you &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;had &lt;/span&gt;technically violated a law, it does not mean you were wrong, morally or otherwise. Our legal system is rather arbitrary and  has little basis in justice. It tries to be just, and some that work in it try very hard to keep it so, but it is far from it. A legal conviction means one thing only, that the convict was perceived guilty by his peer(s) of violating an interpretation of an arbitrary rule whose spirit may or may not have been violated and has therefore been punished, or not, in a matter befitting the weight and severity of the crime, or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To revoke someones franchise because they ran afoul of the legal system is self righteous as well. A conviction says nothing of innocence or guilt, of intent of action, of clarity of mind or pureness of heart. It says nothing of the convicts ability to clear and rational reasoning, nor how they would exercise their rights and responsibilities as a citizen. It is an illusion of justice in an attempt to hold people accountable for their actions and keep society from breaking down because of fear. It may be the best system out there, but it sucks, and it is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;just. As such a conviction is not good enough a reason to revoke the prime method of participating in the democracy it purports to protect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Why is the idea a seemingly popular one?" is a much better question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a vote is a judgement on the execution of a governments roles and responsibilities, and being that government is the representation and logistical machinery of a society, a vote is a judgement on society itself, of where it's been, and where it's going. This being true, then maybe some people don't want to be judged or held accountable by those who may have the perception that society has failed them and is in part or wholly responsible for their conviction and the legal and social consequences therein. Maybe it's easier to declare arbitrary laws against people and behaviours that some of us feel are unpalatable and then lock up those who violate said laws and throw away the proverbial key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's comforting to not be held accountable by the disenfranchised and the neglected, by the sick of mind and and sick of body, or the dissenting and the poor. If we don't have to look in the mirror, if we don't have to listen to their wants and needs, if we can just remove them physically and legally from participating in society, then maybe we won't have to deal with their problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A society can be best judged by how it treats it's poor (of wealth, body and MIND), what does it say then that we lock them up and want to strip them of their only recourse? Are we scared of what they may say if they had to sit in judgement of US? Is that why the morally righteous among us feel the need to strip a citizen of his franchise? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we live with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't.</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/blog/2006/11/should-felons-be-allowed-to-vote.php' title='Should felons be allowed to vote?'/><link rel='related' href='http://jeffsbrainfarts.blogspot.com/2006/11/should-felons-be-allowed-to-vote.html' title='Should felons be allowed to vote?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311965/posts/default/116244090008020230'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311965/posts/default/116244090008020230'/><author><name>Kasper</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3311965.post-117288861391845427</id><published>2007-03-02T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T19:46:33.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Candian VOIP Provider down, second time in a month.</title><content type='html'>The beginning of the month is turning out to be a curse for Canadian VOIP provider Primus Tel. Last month a late night firmware upgrade involving the companies customers using Dlink hardware encountered an error that locked up the devices and their clients Internet connections, shutting out many customers for days, some even for weeks. The company attributed this to human error, and it is understandable that these things happen. To it's credit the company has stepped up and offered those affected a $30 credit on their bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our age of always on communication we regard outages as big events that shouldn't happen, even though they are ultimately inevitable. As such we should point out the Primus Talk Broadband service (VOIP) like many VOIP providers have an Out-Of-Service roll over feature that allows calls to be routed to landlines or cell phones when their systems are knocked off line, a feature we don't really see in Traditional POTS Systems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's seems however that this evening, March 2nd 2007, has provided another challenge to the Primus customer base, support and engineering staff. At approx. 18:00 mst the entire network went dead and as of this writing is still down. The Talk Broadband forums on the companies customer portal quickly filled up bringing it to a crawl with complaints of phones such as mine just started ringing incessantly and refused to produce a dial tone. This is yet another frustrating example of the unpredictability of VOIP technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As fragile as it seems though, when I ask myself if it was worth switching from POTS lines to VOIP, I have to answer yes, because even though the last month has been wrought with problems, the prior year wasn't and the control and features, not to mention the price point, make the occasional glitch bearable. After all, it's not like a cable cut hasn't taken down a POTS system for days on end. At least with VOIP, the problems are logistically easier to fix, and likely to come back fast, and with Out-of-service forwarding, I'm not likely to miss call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update: Within 1.5hrs of the problem happening Primus enginers have replaced a blown switch, restored service and notified their customers through the forums. Again, what ILEC, CLEC could do that?</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/blog/2007/03/candian-voip-provider-down-second-time.php' title='Candian VOIP Provider down, second time in a month.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311965/posts/default/117288861391845427'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311965/posts/default/117288861391845427'/><author><name>Kasper</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3311965.post-117246835186963649</id><published>2007-02-25T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T22:40:40.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I must quash this rebellion or I shall go insane!</title><content type='html'>The following is a true story, though fragmented and probably missing a bunch of stuff:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the events of the last three weeks I've come under the impression that anything with a microchip in it has declared war on me. This is an odd sensation, I've been known to walk into a customers site and seemingly (and occasionally literally) solve a problem with their computer equipment without doing a thing. Sometimes my mere presence is enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not this month. No, this month is the month of Complete Technological Meltdown. It all started one day when I decided I would double the ram in my motherboard. OOPS, a little too much pressure (I assume, but don't see how) and now instead of going from one to 3 GB of ram, my computer will only recognize 256mb. Frick. Then the fans start acting up, the processor fan thumps and the graphic card fan things it's a drill. Double frick. No problem, I can deal, it's time for a bit of a hardware upgrade anyway. I have a new computer still boxed in the office that I bought for a customer a few months ago that he ended up refusing (asshole). So, I figure I can handle this. I go to prep the new machine. It will only accept 512mb of ram in one particular bank (out of two) and it has to be a certain kind. And it will only accept one hard drive. No graphics card or other extras thanks. Oh, and plugging a floppy into the board to update the firm (which chokes) causes the screen to start refreshing at 85hz. Not good as I have an lcd which prefers 65hz. This is how the rebellion started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give up and get ready to go to bed, with two computers down I decided to check my palm pilot for tomorrows’ appointments, except, it decided to drain it's battery and needs a reinstall off the pc. Great. Fuck you all. I'm going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up in the morning and power on the old machine (the one that will only recognize the 256mb card) and try to get online to price out hardware. No can do, no internet access. Check the modem, seems, fine, call Shaw Cable to find out what's up. Sorry, phones are down. I look at the voip gateways and they’re flashing away like everything is hunky-dory. Pick up my new Treo, hit the power button, it burps and resets. I haven't even gone pee yet. This is not going good. I go to the washroom, the toilet chain is broken. The world hates me I decide. I crawl back into bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I emerge a few hours later and contact Gigabyte tech support (the MOBO vendor of the new machine), they're preparing for Chinese new year and won't get back to me until the 25th. I try to get my internet working, Shaw doesn't have a clue, but wait, I’m a Primus Voip customer?! Perfect, they did a firmware update last night that knocked out half their network and locked up all their customers cable modems, you have to call them to get instructions on how to fix the problem. Uh, sorry Miss, no phones... Oh, well go to their website. Um... okay. I reset the modem, unplug the voip gateways (I have three voip lines) and plug my laptop into the switch. Nothing. Hm... oh, looky, my switch is fried. Port 2 (the port the Primus ATA's were on) is permanently stuck on and blocking all traffic. Grrrreat. Swap that out with an old hub after spending an hour looking for it's power cord. Oh, and the router reset too, won't accept any connections, needs a hard reset and to be programmed. Two hours later, I'm back online, but still no phones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, fine. I'm too broke right now to just up and buy a whole new PC, mostly cause I dropped a tonne of money on a new Treo 680 and a whole bunch of software for it. I decide to salvage what I can and determine I need some thermal grease, two new motherboards and a couple of fans. When I return I go on salvage duty dissecting the two uncooperative machines so I can rebuild them and give Tavish my old(ish) machine (an upgrade from his old Compaq) and keep the AMD 64 that my customer bailed on. I get started and the os chokes on installation. Figure out it's not detecting the sata drives properly, fix that. Hard drive starts rattling. Frick. Swap that out with a new one. Get XP 64 installed and discover (of course) that it won't run some of my software. It has a thing against 16bit software, even if they're just installers or drivers. Okay, no problem, wipe it out and reinstall XP 32. Can't, customer calls. She's got a big presentation tomorrow and needs emergency onsite recovery done. It's 8 pm and she's an hour out of town. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next afternoon I resume my quest for a working PC. Everything throws a fit, nothing works properly. Drivers won't install. Updated drivers won't install. Oh, swap the cards, now it works, but now my cameras install (one of which has gone awol) and the printers think this is fun and won't accept their drivers either. One scanner does, one doesn't. I'm a mess in cable and realizing I have way too much shit. Try getting DVD burner in case. Case designed wired, require 8 screws and 8 tabs to get front panel off just to remove 1 drive guard. Case draws blood while I try to figure this out. I don't care, my fingers bleeding I wrestle with it. I win. Little bit of blood smeared on the chassis. I leave it there and put the cover back on. It just feels right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get one computer up and running (80%) and start setting it up to access my data, install Office and do a Windows update. Internet dies. Cat chews through cat-5. *Sigh* Go to Memory Express buy some more stuff (purple cat-5 yay!) and away we go. Phones still down. Build Tavish’s computer. No hassle. Set up computers, network laser printer, go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next days, fans squealing, take apart machines, fix fans, everything okay. Backup software insists on staying in recover mode, and after 20 minutes of telling it no, don't restore over my files it finally listens. Phones still down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Login to Primus website, read instructions to fix Voip gateways, they fail. Check the forums, yep, failed for everyone else. Could be a 4 hour wait on the cell if I'm brave enough. A little digging someone finds an little known server with the new firmware... 10 minutes later, phone back online. Pick up phone to test dial tone. Treo resets for no reason... must feel abandoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday the 23 comes around, things seem to be going good, I can relax this weekend. Nope, another client needs emergency data recovery and laptop rebuilt. Takes 27 hours in total. Finish today, Sunday afternoon, figure I can relax and enjoy myself. Except, my domain name registrar is imploding. My client’s domains and mine (around 40) are being held hostage due to a now terminated CEO who's messing with the backend and locked the whole company out. I spend next 4 hours trying to move my domains out, get 80% of them out safely, other 20% will have to wait until business tomorrow. In the last three weeks I’ve had to reinstall every piece of software I own and replace every piece of hardware except the laptop and router.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to check e-mail. Router fries itself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck it. I should've stuck to delivering pizzas. I'm going to bed.</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/blog/2007/02/i-must-quash-this-rebellion-or-i-shall.php' title='I must quash this rebellion or I shall go insane!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311965/posts/default/117246835186963649'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311965/posts/default/117246835186963649'/><author><name>Kasper</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3311965.post-116237755603881699</id><published>2006-11-01T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T03:39:16.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll start posting again.</title><content type='html'>I'm not going to set out and go back in time and post about stuff that's happened during the last year. Though if I do, yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read this on &lt;a href="http://dilbertblog.typepad.com/the_dilbert_blog/2006/10/electronic_voti.html"&gt; Scott Adams blog &lt;/a&gt;today, and thought it was hilarious. d&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"During the period between the election and the impending Rapture, that traditionally elected President will get busy protecting the lives of stem cells while finding creative ways to blow the living crap out of anything that has the audacity to grow up and turn brownish."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So true. Thank god I'm Canadian, it's like being Diet-American, not quite corrupt enough.</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/blog/2006/11/ill-start-posting-again.php' title='I&apos;ll start posting again.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311965/posts/default/116237755603881699'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311965/posts/default/116237755603881699'/><author><name>Kasper</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3311965.post-113057098517848171</id><published>2005-10-29T01:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T02:26:37.850-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who cares what mom thinks?</title><content type='html'>"We don't need another hero, we don't need to know the world, all we want is what we got..." - Tina Turner. &lt;img src="http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/blog/images/pcimage.jpg" class="right" alt="Just me, in black and white"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a Tina Fan, I am. In fact, I just bought her greatest hits album off of Allformp3.com (Russian site). Got love her, what a woman, what a voice. "All the children say..." Sorry, I'm listening to her wail on iTunes right now. Wow. Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of iTunes, have you heard of podcasts? I've grown addicted to them in the last few days. Basically radio shows from all over the world you can download and take with you on your iPod, like the iPod shuffle I got last month. In my defence, I didn't buy it, it was free with my subscription to Audible.com (audio books) which came with as a free trial when I got my new Palm, a Tungsten 5. I didn't pay for that either, I got it for beta testing an e-mail program, plus $100us. Life's rough eh? So, podcasts, great things, check them out, there are thousands, tech, politics, religion, music you name it. A few of my favorites are Brain Brew (www.brainbrewradio.com), Radio Leo (check iTunes) and ChinesePod.com. Chinese Pod is a great way to learn mandarin, 10 minutes a day is all it takes. I really enjoy my iPod, seeing as I spend half my day in my truck, it's cool to take radio shows I like with me, as opposed to listening to the same stuff over and over and over and over and over and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been blogging the last while. I think it's mostly because I know mom subscribes to the e-mail notification. Self censorship and all that. So screw it. I love you mom, but I'm not gonna watch my tongue or censor my thoughts (not that you asked me too), and that goes for the rest of you who read. I need the therapeutic value of this back. So there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized, having every Enya Album is a lot of Enya. My god, a lot of this sounds the same. Still good... most of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent the last few days cleaning out my office. My office is often a reflection of my mental state, the more disorganized it is, the worse off I am. It's now possible to sit on my couch (not lie on it though, maybe in a day or two.) Work's been hectic, but thankfully I'm blessed with clients who are small businesses them selves and 1. appreciate my work, 2. understand the stress I'm going through and 3. are very forgiving. I've screwed up a lot this month. In fact, business wise, October was month of the fuck up for me. But I survived, I have this awesome coach. Absolutely invaluable, keeps me motivated, kicks my ass, and cheers me on when I can't for the life of me imagine why I would want to get out of bed. That's why I'm marrying him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a real challenge to this business, it's getting harder. Not that the work is harder, but it's when things go wrong, and I have to fix them, be creative about it, or expect it. There are common things that users do that I generally have to go back and fix, I'm trying to document these things so I can build them into my procedures or leave a tip sheet behind. Seeing as I guarantee my work it costs me when I have to go back. I don't mind though, I'm working out the kinks, but the last week, there's been a lot of kinks, and very few challenges. There was this one spyware that I encountered today that none of my tools could detect, but I managed to track it down, the ingenious little bugger. Got rid of it, those are the challenges I like. Trying to calm down upset customers, not so much fun. However, most of them are understanding, and they appreciate my commitment to come back and generally refer me. I've been sending bouquets to those who refer me to their friends and such, got a big bill from the florist the other day. It's worth it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's been a lot going on in the last two weeks, I'm not going to try and go back over it all, but it's been interesting, and keeping me going. I'll try to debrief more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now be gone.</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/blog/2005/10/who-cares-what-mom-thinks.php' title='Who cares what mom thinks?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311965/posts/default/113057098517848171'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311965/posts/default/113057098517848171'/><author><name>Kasper</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3311965.post-112931925956941277</id><published>2005-10-14T13:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T14:07:11.420-06:00</updated><title type='text'>From an e-mail...</title><content type='html'>This test only has one question, but it's a very important one. By giving an honest answer, you will discover where you stand morally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The test features an unlikely, fictional situation in which you will have to make a decision. Remember that your answer needs to be honest, and spontaneous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please scroll down slowly and give due consideration to each line.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;THE SITUATION&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You are in New Orleans, There is chaos all around you caused by a hurricane with severe flooding. You are a photo journalist working for a major newspaper and you're caught in the middle of this epic disaster.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You're trying to shoot career-making photos. There are houses and people swirling around you, and disappearing under the water.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;===============================================&lt;br /&gt;THE TEST&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Suddenly you see a man in the water. He is fighting for his life, trying not to be taken down with the debris. You move closer. Somehow the man looks familiar. You suddenly realize who it is. It's the President, George W. Bush. At the same time you notice that the raging waters are about to take him under forever. You have two options- you can save the life of the President, or you can shoot a dramatic Pulitzer Prize winning photo, documenting the death of one of the world's most famous men.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;===============================================&lt;br /&gt;THE QUESTION&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Here's the question, and please give an honest answer.......&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Would you select high contrast colour film, or would you go with the classic simplicity of black and white?</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/blog/2005/10/from-e-mail.php' title='From an e-mail...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311965/posts/default/112931925956941277'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311965/posts/default/112931925956941277'/><author><name>Kasper</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3311965.post-112071144169734720</id><published>2005-07-06T22:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T22:49:06.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'>An Update from the Drumheller Trip. One of my LOAF...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/blog/hello/2032308/1024/bigdino-2005.07.06-21.43.58.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0'class="right" src='http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/blog/hello/2032308/320/bigdino-2005.07.06-21.43.58.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Update from the Drumheller Trip.&lt;P&gt; One of my LOAF (Legion of Adoring Fans) stiched this together using a few of the photos I took below. An amazing photoshop job if I do say so myself. &lt;P&gt;Now, only if he could remove that damn truck?!</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/blog/2005/07/update-from-drumheller-trip.php' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311965/posts/default/112071144169734720'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311965/posts/default/112071144169734720'/><author><name>Kasper</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3311965.post-112071078514526988</id><published>2005-05-31T22:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T23:25:34.366-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tavish and I have gotten engaged!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/blog/hello/2032308/1024/P1010054-2005.07.06-21.32.49.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class=left src='http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/blog/hello/2032308/320/P1010054-2005.07.06-21.32.49.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did. Yay! Here's the story:&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: May 31, 2005&lt;br /&gt;Time: 17:00 MST&lt;br /&gt;Place: Mom &amp; Dads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story: I show up at My parents place, completely overwhelmed with emotion, not crying, but almost shocked. I saw my mom in the hall way and said "Mom, I need to talk to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay" she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think you should sit down, it's pretty serious." She didn't say anything, but got this look on her face like "What the f*** did you do now?" She went into the kitchen, got her cigarettes and sat down on the couch next to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You wanted to talk." she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, it's quite serious." She took a deep breath. I reached into my pocket and grabbed a purple ring box with an embossed BM. I handed it to her. She looked at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, it's good serious!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, I never said it was bad, I said it was serious."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, when did you decide to do this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"About half an hour ago, I came straight over from the mall, I've been shopping for four hours."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, I just kind of decided to do it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, how are you going to propose?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dunno."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When were you thinking of doing it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dunno."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Would you like to do it in private?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nuh-uh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Would you like to do it in public?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nuh-uh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Would you like to do it in front of family and friends?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Would you like to do it here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When would you like to do it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dunno."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're not going to be able to keep this a secret are you? That's why you came here. Would you like to do it tonight?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Would you like to call people and invite them over?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nuh-uh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Would you like me to do it for you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Get me the phone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm scared ma. I need a hug." I cuddled with her a bit. "I've never done anything like this before, nothing so serious, so big, so permanent."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's a huge commitment. Are you ready for it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is he the one?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think so."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can you imagine life without him. Can you imagine getting over him?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sounds like you know then."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why don't you go get some flowers. I'll set it up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- - ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/blog/hello/2032308/1024/P1010053-2005.07.06-22.16.52.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='right' src='http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/blog/hello/2032308/320/P1010053-2005.07.06-22.16.52.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The last part of the conversation might have happened with my mom, or someone else, I can't remember, it's all a blur.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my Cousin and I went to my florist and got some flowers, they were so excited for me (they're friends of Dorthy too.) Then I went and got the groom bear you see in the  photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came back to my parents place and people were still showing up. Mom told Tavish that a family meeting had been called and he needed to be there, along with my brother and his girlfriend. They idea was that they wanted to pressure me to go back to school and give up my business. I knew Tavish wouldn't go for it because things were going really good and I was keeping very busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Tavish arrived, I, and all our guests were stashed in my parent's room as the family meeting began. After a bit I came out in my suit, people pouring out behind me. I asked Tavish to stand up and I got on my knees, pulled the teddy bear out of my pocket and gave it to him. He didn't notice the ring he was so shocked so I pulled it off the bear and slipped it partway on his finger.&lt;P&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/blog/hello/2032308/1024/P1010056-2005.07.06-22.16.58.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='left' src='http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/blog/hello/2032308/320/P1010056-2005.07.06-22.16.58.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I looked up to him and said: "Tavish, when we first met we promised that we'd be classmates in this life, and that all we would ever promise each other is that we would love each other for today, and let tomorrow take care of itself. Well, now I'm asking to change that. Will you promise to love me for tomorrow as well, will you marry me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes I will." he said. I got up and hugged him and kissed him. We got congratulations from all and had some champagne. It was a wonderful night. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. When I first came out and got down on his knees, he started screaming "I knew it! I knew it! I knew it." He's so adorable.</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/blog/2005/05/tavish-and-i-have-gotten-engaged.php' title='Tavish and I have gotten engaged!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311965/posts/default/112071078514526988'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311965/posts/default/112071078514526988'/><author><name>Kasper</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3311965.post-111266230144436785</id><published>2005-04-04T18:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T18:51:41.446-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Speaking of the federal government.</title><content type='html'>You may or may not have heard about the &lt;b&gt;Gomery&lt;/b&gt; Enquiry in Canada lately. You may or may not have heard about testimony from &lt;b&gt;Jean Brault&lt;/b&gt; considered so damning to the Liberal party that there has been a publication ban. If you do know what I'm talking about then you are probably wondering what this testimony is about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, an American political blogger by the name of &lt;B&gt;Captain Ed&lt;/b&gt; who keeps tabs on Canadian affairs has reported through his &lt;b&gt;blog&lt;/b&gt; said incriminating testimony. It's all over the news and CTV has talked about it, the Globe &amp;amp; Mail has talked about it and Captain Ed is to be on CBC soon. Thing is, nobody is allowed to give you, the public, the information, they show screen shots that make it difficult to track down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read the said post, it's at the bottom of a particular page on Ed's website. Under Canadian law however, I'm not allowed to post the website address, in fact, many who have are being charged by the federal government. It's sad truly. However, I'm sure if one were to do a &lt;b&gt;Google search&lt;/b&gt; one might be able to track it down. I leave it to you to inform yourself, and weep for the free press.</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/blog/2005/04/speaking-of-federal-government.php' title='Speaking of the federal government.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311965/posts/default/111266230144436785'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311965/posts/default/111266230144436785'/><author><name>Kasper</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3311965.post-111169521913146690</id><published>2005-03-24T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T02:29:44.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goverment Effienceny? Isn't that an oxymorn?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="/blog/images/topicmoney.gif" alt="Money'" class="left"&gt;  I got my tax refund today! Yay! I'm amazed, a mere 7 days after filing it. That's impressive. PARTY TIME!</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/blog/2005/03/goverment-effienceny-isnt-that-oxymorn.php' title='Goverment Effienceny? Isn&apos;t that an oxymorn?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311965/posts/default/111169521913146690'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311965/posts/default/111169521913146690'/><author><name>Kasper</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3311965.post-111027180268157966</id><published>2005-03-08T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T02:09:43.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drumheller '04</title><content type='html'>Here's some pictures and witty (or not so) commentary of mine and Tavish's trip to Drumheller last may. It was great. There are tonnes of little historic sights all over the place, like the School museum, the Royal Tyrell Museum, and a place that claims to have a river with the largest number of bridges crossing it in the world. We drove down there, I'd have to say they're probablly right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried posting these through Picassa and Hello (Google software). What I didn't realize is that they'd be posted in reverse chronological order than I intended. So you'll have to start at the bottom and work you're way up for it to make some sort sense, I won't commit to complete clarity though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. You can click on the photos for larger ones.&lt;br /&gt;PPS. I figured out how to fix the order. I'm going to bed now, I'll do it tommorow.</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/blog/2005/03/drumheller-04.php' title='Drumheller &apos;04'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311965/posts/default/111027180268157966'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311965/posts/default/111027180268157966'/><author><name>Kasper</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3311965.post-111026993767219139</id><published>2005-03-08T01:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T02:05:09.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>
I think this is the only car that Tavish has ever...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/blog/hello/1182106/640/P5030075-2005.03.08-00.18.50.jpg'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border='0'  class='right' src='http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/blog/hello/1182106/200/P5030075-2005.03.08-00.18.50.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think this is the only car that Tavish has ever driven that he hasn't crashed, dented or damaged in some way. Probably because I didn't let him drive it too much, I love Pontiacs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken last May during our Drumheller trip. I was wandering around taking pictures of cows and Tavish was scared we'd get charged or something so he wouldn't come out of the car or turn the engine off. In fact, he insisted that the passenger door be open just in case I need to jump in and speed off. Poor city mouse.</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/blog/2005/03/i-think-this-is-only-car-that-tavish.php' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311965/posts/default/111026993767219139'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311965/posts/default/111026993767219139'/><author><name>Kasper</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3311965.post-111027011795708746</id><published>2005-03-08T01:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T02:08:21.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And for Reference, here's said cow. </title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/blog/hello/1182106/640/P5030080-2005.03.08-00.21.54.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='left' class='phostImg' src='http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/blog/hello/1182106/200/P5030080-2005.03.08-00.21.54.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And for Reference, here's said cow.&amp;nbsp;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/blog/2005/03/and-for-reference-heres-said-cow.php' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311965/posts/default/111027011795708746'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311965/posts/default/111027011795708746'/><author><name>Kasper</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3311965.post-111027127934082082</id><published>2005-03-08T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T01:41:19.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There are in no way contrived shots, I was really ...</title><content type='html'>There are in no way contrived shots, I was really teaching a class of 1st graders. Really I was. Okay, maybe not. Just maybe.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/blog/hello/1182106/640/P5030097-2005.03.08-00.41.16.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/blog/hello/1182106/200/P5030097-2005.03.08-00.41.16.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/blog/2005/03/there-are-in-no-way-contrived-shots-i.php' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311965/posts/default/111027127934082082'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311965/posts/default/111027127934082082'/><author><name>Kasper</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3311965.post-111027123583269111</id><published>2005-03-08T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T01:40:35.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you know that there is a School Musem in Alber...</title><content type='html'>Did you know that there is a School Musem in Alberta?! Well, there is, we found it!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/blog/hello/1182106/640/P5030096-2005.03.08-00.40.30.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/blog/hello/1182106/200/P5030096-2005.03.08-00.40.30.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/blog/2005/03/did-you-know-that-there-is-school.php' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311965/posts/default/111027123583269111'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311965/posts/default/111027123583269111'/><author><name>Kasper</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3311965.post-111027117877609503</id><published>2005-03-08T01:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T01:39:38.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dude! More cows! </title><content type='html'>Dude! More cows!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/blog/hello/1182106/640/P5030076-2005.03.08-00.39.35.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/blog/hello/1182106/200/P5030076-2005.03.08-00.39.35.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/blog/2005/03/dude-more-cows.php' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311965/posts/default/111027117877609503'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311965/posts/default/111027117877609503'/><author><name>Kasper</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3311965.post-111027114777671273</id><published>2005-03-08T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T01:39:07.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we are, Kasper and Tavish, the happy couple y...</title><content type='html'>Here we are, Kasper and Tavish, the happy couple yet again (with our Royal Tyrell stamps on our hands). I know I look like I'm about to fall over, that's because I had to run up those awkward stairs I was telling you about and pose before the timer went off. Tavish is so cute. **sigh**&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/blog/hello/1182106/640/P5020067-2005.03.08-00.39.04.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/blog/hello/1182106/200/P5020067-2005.03.08-00.39.04.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/blog/2005/03/here-we-are-kasper-and-tavish-happy.php' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311965/posts/default/111027114777671273'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311965/posts/default/111027114777671273'/><author><name>Kasper</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3311965.post-111027104765754479</id><published>2005-03-08T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T01:37:27.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tavish insits on taking pictures of me. I keep tel...</title><content type='html'>Tavish insits on taking pictures of me. I keep telling him, the camera takes away tend pounds, and it's still not enough! Seriously though, this picture is the best pose in our library.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/blog/hello/1182106/640/P5020061-2005.03.08-00.37.25.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/blog/hello/1182106/200/P5020061-2005.03.08-00.37.25.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/blog/2005/03/tavish-insits-on-taking-pictures-of-me.php' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311965/posts/default/111027104765754479'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311965/posts/default/111027104765754479'/><author><name>Kasper</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3311965.post-111027081033135279</id><published>2005-03-08T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T01:33:30.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This guy's always been my favorite. Stegasor's roc...</title><content type='html'>This guy's always been my favorite. Stegasor's rock! Or at least, that's where we found them. Okay! Okay! Bad Joke!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/blog/hello/1182106/640/P5020058-2005.03.08-00.33.26.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/blog/hello/1182106/200/P5020058-2005.03.08-00.33.26.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/blog/2005/03/this-guys-always-been-my-favorite.php' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311965/posts/default/111027081033135279'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311965/posts/default/111027081033135279'/><author><name>Kasper</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3311965.post-111027073756851266</id><published>2005-03-08T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T01:32:17.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And poof! There I am. Timer-shot function! Isn't t...</title><content type='html'>And poof! There I am. Timer-shot function! Isn't technology grand.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/blog/hello/1182106/640/P5020046-2005.03.08-00.32.13.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/blog/hello/1182106/200/P5020046-2005.03.08-00.32.13.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/blog/2005/03/and-poof-there-i-am.php' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311965/posts/default/111027073756851266'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311965/posts/default/111027073756851266'/><author><name>Kasper</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3311965.post-111027069519610043</id><published>2005-03-08T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T01:31:35.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tavish in the botanical gardens. We went the wrong...</title><content type='html'>Tavish in the botanical gardens. We went the wrong through them, got lots of weird looks.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/blog/hello/1182106/640/P5020045-2005.03.08-00.31.32.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/blog/hello/1182106/200/P5020045-2005.03.08-00.31.32.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/blog/2005/03/tavish-in-botanical-gardens.php' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311965/posts/default/111027069519610043'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311965/posts/default/111027069519610043'/><author><name>Kasper</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3311965.post-111027061902579481</id><published>2005-03-08T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T01:30:19.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tavish, as we all know, like big clams. Well, okay...</title><content type='html'>Tavish, as we all know, like big clams. Well, okay, maybe we didn't know that, but god these things were huge, just imagine the pearls.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/blog/hello/1182106/640/P5020031-2005.03.08-00.30.15.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/blog/hello/1182106/200/P5020031-2005.03.08-00.30.15.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/blog/2005/03/tavish-as-we-all-know-like-big-clams.php' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311965/posts/default/111027061902579481'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311965/posts/default/111027061902579481'/><author><name>Kasper</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3311965.post-111027053463779933</id><published>2005-03-08T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T01:28:54.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The rest of the monster, from the underside. It's ...</title><content type='html'>The rest of the monster, from the underside. It's supposed to be a life size replica. We went up and stood in the mouth, we could feel the thing swaying back and forth. I thought it was cool, Tavish, did not.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/blog/hello/1182106/640/P5020029-2005.03.08-00.28.49.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/blog/hello/1182106/200/P5020029-2005.03.08-00.28.49.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/blog/2005/03/rest-of-monster-from-underside.php' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311965/posts/default/111027053463779933'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311965/posts/default/111027053463779933'/><author><name>Kasper</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3311965.post-111027046286665300</id><published>2005-03-08T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T01:27:42.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tavish wanted pics of the big T-rex in drumheller....</title><content type='html'>Tavish wanted pics of the big T-rex in drumheller. Unfortunately, he's so HUGE, we can't get him in a single shot. The T-rex I mean.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/blog/hello/1182106/640/P5020028-2005.03.08-00.27.36.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/blog/hello/1182106/200/P5020028-2005.03.08-00.27.36.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/blog/2005/03/tavish-wanted-pics-of-big-t-rex-in.php' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311965/posts/default/111027046286665300'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311965/posts/default/111027046286665300'/><author><name>Kasper</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3311965.post-111027022305838932</id><published>2005-03-08T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T01:23:43.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apparently the locals have about as much respect f...</title><content type='html'>Apparently the locals have about as much respect for the speed limit around Drumheller as you're average Calgarian. Kinda makes me feel at home in an odd hick-ish sorta way.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/blog/hello/1182106/640/P5030088-2005.03.08-00.23.39.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/blog/hello/1182106/200/P5030088-2005.03.08-00.23.39.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/blog/2005/03/apparently-locals-have-about-as-much.php' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.peskylittlepagan.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311965/posts/default/111027022305838932'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311965/posts/default/111027022305838932'/><author><name>Kasper</name></author></entry></feed>