<?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-13619188</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:24:25.429-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mindless &amp; Whimsical Rantings</title><subtitle type='html'>"earth is an insane asylum to which the other planets deport their lunatics"
--voltaire--</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13619188/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>faeriechild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16344297361517710524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oznWDFHKZn8/TZjTFXQxf_I/AAAAAAAAABc/xTpSt_qhaRs/s220/vermont2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13619188.post-4790375801583613448</id><published>2011-04-14T13:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T13:26:10.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>transference 2.0</title><content type='html'>again. been a while. again. &lt;a href="http://www.onemadhatter.com/"&gt;kind of moving&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a lot less free time than the old blogging days. kind of disappointing actually. but feeling the itch just a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunno. we’ll see where this all goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13619188-4790375801583613448?l=chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com/feeds/4790375801583613448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13619188&amp;postID=4790375801583613448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13619188/posts/default/4790375801583613448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13619188/posts/default/4790375801583613448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com/2011/04/transference-20.html' title='transference 2.0'/><author><name>faeriechild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16344297361517710524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oznWDFHKZn8/TZjTFXQxf_I/AAAAAAAAABc/xTpSt_qhaRs/s220/vermont2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13619188.post-116934580186076165</id><published>2007-01-20T21:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T21:16:43.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>transference</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;i've kind of switched over to wordpress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can check me out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've moved most of all of my old posts from here to there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's still &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" href="http://earthasylum.wordpress.com/"&gt;Mindless &amp; Whimsical Rantings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though blogger has added some new features which makes it slightly more appealing now.&lt;br /&gt;but i just don't like google.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/13619188-116934580186076165?l=chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com/feeds/116934580186076165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13619188&amp;postID=116934580186076165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13619188/posts/default/116934580186076165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13619188/posts/default/116934580186076165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com/2007/01/transference.html' title='transference'/><author><name>faeriechild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16344297361517710524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oznWDFHKZn8/TZjTFXQxf_I/AAAAAAAAABc/xTpSt_qhaRs/s220/vermont2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13619188.post-115263674483439751</id><published>2006-07-11T11:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T11:52:24.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>furthering the electronic reveloution</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;though i do not recommend all of william s. burroughs writings, i do suggest you peruse &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" href="http://www.artdamage.com/wsb/electric.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"the electronic reveloution"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.......something i’ve pondered over myself a few times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;getting beyond his obsession with orgasm, masturbation, &amp; sex in general, he describes a quite interesting experiment. basically using the cut-up technique with video/audio/photos to affect other people’s moods &amp;amp; actions. a form of brainwashing perhaps? covert warfare of a sorts? or just plain revenge? maybe some fun too. if his experiments went as he said they did…..well, don’t you wonder what technology is capable of all these decades later? we are affected by every wave that passes through us–electrical, micro, radio, etc–what do each of these &amp; the combination of these waveforms do to our mind-computer &amp;amp; body-machine? hmmmmmmmm? it’s certainly not nothing. just because you can’t see them doesn’t mean they’re not there. you do turn on your radio &amp; hear music. you do talk on your cell phone. (by the way, don’t live near a cell phone tower!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i’ll include some samples from the ER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c11b17;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“In the Electronic Revolution I advance the theory that a virus IS a very small unit of word and image. I have suggested now such units can be biologically activated to act as communicable virus strains….”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“I have said that the real scandal of Watergate is the use made of recordings. And what is this use? Having made the recordings as described what then do they do with them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ANSWER: THEY PLAY THEM BACK ON LOCATION.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;They play these recordings back to the target himself is the target is an individual from passing cars and agents that walk by him in the street. They play these recordings back in his naborhood. Finally they play them back in subways, restaurants, air ports and other public places.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;PLAYBACK is the essential ingredient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have made a number of experiments with street recordings and playback over a period of years and the startling fact emerges THAT YOU DO NOT NEED SEX RECORDINGS OR EVEN DOCTORED TAPES TO PRODUCE EFFECTS BY PLAYBACK. ANY RECORDINGS PLAYED BACK ON LOCATION IN THE MANNER I WILL NOW DESCRIBE CAN PRODUCE EFFECTS. No doubt sexual and doctored tapes would be more powerful. But some of the power in the word is released by simple playback as anyone can verify who will take the time to experiment …I quote from some notes on these playback experiments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Friday July 28, 1972 …Plan 28 at a glance …First some remarks on the tape recorder experiments started by Ian Sommerville in 196. these involved not only street, pub, party, subway recordings but also PLAYBACK on location. when I returned to London from the States in 1966 he had already accumulated a considerable body of data and developed a technology. He had discovered that playback on location can produce definite effects. Playing back recordings of an accident can produce another accident. In 1966 I was staying at the Rushmore Hotel, 11 Trebovir Road, Earl’s Court, and we carried out a number of these operations: street recordings, cut in of other material, playback in the streets …(I recall I had cut in fire engines and while playing this tape back in the street fire engines passed.) These experiments were summarized in THE INVISIBLE GENERATION … ( I wonder if anybody but CIA agents read this article or thought of putting these techniques into actual operation) Anybody who carries out similar experiments over a period of time will turn up more ‘coincidences’ than the law of averages allows. The tech can be extended by taking still or moving pictures during playback. I have frequently observed this operation: make recordings and take pictures of some location you wish to discomode or destroy, now play recordings back and take more pictures, will result in accidents, fires, removals. especially the latter The target moves. We carried out this operation with the Scientology Center at 37 Fitzroy Street. Some months later they moved to 68 Tottenham Court Road, where a similar operation was carried out…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Here is a sample operation carried out against The Moka Bar at 29 Frith Street London W1 beginning on August 3, 1972 …Reverse Thursday …Reason for operation was outrageous and unprovoked discourtesy and poisoned cheese cake…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now to close in on The Moka Bar. Record. Take pictures. Stand around outside. Let them see me. They are seething around in there. The horrible old proprietor, his frizzy haired wife and slack jawed son, the snarling counter man. I have them and they know it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;‘You boys have a rep for making trouble. Well come on out and make some. Pull a camera breaking act and I’ll call a Bobby. I gotta right to do what I like in the public street.’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;If it came to that I would explain to the policeman that I was taking street recordings and making a documentary of Soho. This was after all London’s First Expresso Bar was it not? I was doing them a favor. They couldn’t say what both of us knew without being ridiculous…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;‘He’s not making any documentary. He’s trying to blow up the coffee machine, start a fire in the kitchen, start fights in here, get us a citation from the Board of Health.’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes I had them and they knew it. I looked in at the old Prop and smiled as if he would like what I was doing. Playback would come later with more pictures. I took my time and strolled over to the Brewer Street Market where I recorded a three card Monte Game. Now you see it now you don’t.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Playback was carried out a number of times with more pictures. Their business fell off. They kept shorter and shorter hours. October 30, 1972 The Moka Bar closed. The location was taken over by The Queens Snack Bar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now to apply the 3 tape recorder analogy to this simple operation. Tape recorder 1 is the Moka Bar itself it is pristine condition. Tape recorder 2 is MY RECORDINGS of the Moka Bar vicinity. These recordings are ACCESS. Tape recorder 2 in the Garden of Eden was Eve made from Adam. So a recording made from the Moka Bar is a piece of the Moka Bar. The recording once made, this piece becomes autonomous and out of their control. Tape recorder 3 is PLAYBACK. Adam experiences shame when his DISGRACEFUL BEHAVIOR IS PLAYED BACK TO HIM BY tape recorder 3 which is God. By playing back my recordings to the Moka Bar when I want and with any changes I wish to make in the recordings, I become God for this local. I effect them. They cannot effect me. And what part do photos take in this operation? Recall what I said earlier about written and spoken word. THE WRITTEN WORD IS AN IMAGE IS A PICTURE . The spoken word could be defined as any verbal units that correspond to these pictures and could be in fact be extended to ANY SOUND UNITS THAT CORRESPOND to to the pictures …Recordings and pictures are tape recorder 2 which is access. Tape recorder 3 is playback and ‘reality’. For example suppose your bathroom and bed room are bugged and rigged with hidden infra red cameras. These pictures and recordings give access. You may not experience shame during defecation and intercourse but you may well experience shame when these recordings are played back to a disapproving audience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now let us consider the arena of politics and the applications of bugging in this area. Of course any number of recordings are immediately available since politicians make speeches on TV. However, these recordings do not give access. The man who is making a speech is not really there. Consequently more intimate or at least private recordings are needed which is why the Watergate conspirators had to resort to burglary. A presidential candidate is not a sitting duck like a Moka Bar. He can make any number of recordings of his opponents. So the game is complex and competitive with recordings made by both sides. This leads to more sophisticated techniques the details of which have yet to come out. The basic operation of recording pictures, more pictures and playback can be carried out by anyone with a recorder and a camera. Any number can play. Millions of people could nullify the control system which those who are behind Watergate and Nixon are attempting to impose. Like all control systems it depends on maintaining a monopoly position. If anybody can be tape recorder 3 then tape recorder 3 loses power. God must be THE GOD.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c11b17;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;entertaining to say the least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13619188-115263674483439751?l=chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com/feeds/115263674483439751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13619188&amp;postID=115263674483439751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13619188/posts/default/115263674483439751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13619188/posts/default/115263674483439751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com/2006/07/furthering-electronic-reveloution.html' title='furthering the electronic reveloution'/><author><name>faeriechild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16344297361517710524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oznWDFHKZn8/TZjTFXQxf_I/AAAAAAAAABc/xTpSt_qhaRs/s220/vermont2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13619188.post-115263617628183912</id><published>2006-07-10T21:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T11:46:46.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>fresh rants</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this has been a pretty stressful week, even for living in the woods! that’s what comes from living only an hour from your so-called family i guess. especially a grudge-holding family. but we’re not talking justified grudges. no, pulled-completely-out-of-your-ass grudges. which at this point i’m tired of dealing with harmful &amp; hindering insanity, so i’m looking for a new patch of woods much farther away. surprisingly i actually &lt;i&gt;can&lt;/i&gt; think for myself. or at least i’m quite allowed to have my own opinion (in my opinion!).......and just because someone turns out different from you doesn’t mean they’re purposely being evil and ruining your life because they want to live their own. I mean if i was 2 i couldn’t do much about it, i might even expect that kind of (eternal) reaction, but god i’m almost 30. and i am not having children just to perpetuate my little part of humanity. with 10 grandchildren already, i don’t think anymore are needed. especially just for the sake of having kids. i don’t feel so great about the way society &amp;amp; the world are operating as it is, why would i want to force someone else into it? plus i actually can’t afford kids. i just wish more people would think a little bit &amp; prevent “accidental” pregnancies. then we wouldn’t have unprepared parents &amp;amp; real live soap operas. and children are definitely not the way to get your ex to come back. and then overdose your kid on medicine at least twice a month. yeah, that’s going to help them develop well. you’d think there was enough sodium flouide in the water supplies (&amp; toothpaste) to have sterilized everyone by now. but i guess it’s not quite as high yet as the levels in those “special little places” in 1940s germany.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no don’t get me started on fascism. (F.A.S.C.I.S.T. ACT and more!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ladies check out the link “for ladies only.” though really, all men should get informed &amp; take an active role in contraception too. ’cause it takes 2 to make 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the best thing really is that fierce wind right before a storm, when the skies turn grey, the clouds rush in, and you can only marvel at nature’s power (and hope it prevails). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13619188-115263617628183912?l=chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com/feeds/115263617628183912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13619188&amp;postID=115263617628183912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13619188/posts/default/115263617628183912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13619188/posts/default/115263617628183912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com/2006/07/fresh-rants.html' title='fresh rants'/><author><name>faeriechild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16344297361517710524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oznWDFHKZn8/TZjTFXQxf_I/AAAAAAAAABc/xTpSt_qhaRs/s220/vermont2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13619188.post-113875742324791793</id><published>2006-01-31T20:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T12:01:40.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>strange weather</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;i just thought this site was interesting. you can graph anything you want. could be useful to you, and one day might be part of someone's art (john tonkin, to be specific). check out the link in the sidebar. or just go &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" href="http://johnt.org/strangeweather/index.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the description from the site itself (and i'm quoting it word for word):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p  style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"In his Metaphysics, Aristotle remarked that 'all men by nature desire to know.' This desire springs from a need to somehow organise our observations of Nature, as well as the events and activities of daily life, into some sort of coherent pattern we call 'reality'."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span class="smalltext"&gt;J L Casti, Alternate Realities: Mathematical Models of          Nature and Man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;         &lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p  style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Strange Weather is a long-term project that is currently recruiting users interested in making sense of life. It consists of two components: Firstly, a database that accumulates personal indicators entered by its users (eg. index of well-being, body temperature, alcohol consumption) along with external indicators harvested from the internet (eg. weather in various cities, stock trading indexes, political approval rates, river heights). Secondly, a number of visualisation tools that enable users to mine this collaborative data warehouse, revealing patterns and underlying relationships in the seemingly obscure and unrelated data.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"If I drink 2 coffees a day, get 8 hours sleep and my bank balance is above $500 then my average heart rate at moment of orgasm goes up to 140 bpm." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p  style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chaos theory suggests that the causal relationships in natural systems are complex, unpredictable and interrelated. The "butterfly effect", an often cited example, states that a butterfly's wing flapping in one part of the world might cause a storm elsewhere. Strange Weather enables the user to track the consequences of their small actions on global events. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p  style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; "Hmmm, when the consistency of my shit is soft, I get less than 5 hours sleep, and spend more than 180 minutes online the Dow Jones Index falls."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p  style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This project grew out of my ongoing interest in enlightenment science and a number of scientists of that period. Cesare Lombroso, for example, took obvious delight in classification and structure, weaving and conflating the disparate data he accumulated into complex nets of correlation in order to prove his theories of deviancy. Much of my work has investigated the idea of science as a belief system. While historically western science has prided itself on its objective pursuit of "truth", scientific research is obviously influenced by the world-view of its practitioners and the cultural values of their period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Strange Weather is a visible manifestation of the desire to make understandable, that which normally falls outside of the scale of our comprehension. Our attempts to understand the world and ourselves seem to be both admirable and absurd. Colliding the personal with the global, Strange Weather is a diagnostic tool that both elucidates and confounds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is some rather strange weather we're having though, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/13619188-113875742324791793?l=chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com/feeds/113875742324791793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13619188&amp;postID=113875742324791793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13619188/posts/default/113875742324791793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13619188/posts/default/113875742324791793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com/2006/01/strange-weather.html' title='strange weather'/><author><name>faeriechild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16344297361517710524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oznWDFHKZn8/TZjTFXQxf_I/AAAAAAAAABc/xTpSt_qhaRs/s220/vermont2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13619188.post-113704137878285118</id><published>2006-01-11T23:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T19:55:41.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>all worn out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;!-- // Begin Current Moon Phase HTML (c) CalculatorCat.com // --&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" type="text/javascript"&gt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4603/1204/320/DSCF0014.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4603/1204/1600/DSCF0018b.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4603/1204/320/DSCF0018b.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/13619188-113703959526783039?l=chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com/feeds/113703959526783039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13619188&amp;postID=113703959526783039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13619188/posts/default/113703959526783039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13619188/posts/default/113703959526783039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com/2006/01/name-at-last.html' title='a name at last...'/><author><name>faeriechild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16344297361517710524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oznWDFHKZn8/TZjTFXQxf_I/AAAAAAAAABc/xTpSt_qhaRs/s220/vermont2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13619188.post-113479226997946329</id><published>2005-12-16T22:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T16:57:57.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>de ja vu (minus accents)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;i watched this movie "&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;katherine&lt;/span&gt;" with sissy spacek (1975) last night. i've actually been watching a lot of movies from the 60s &amp; 70s lately. (when they had no clue that you could play with lighting in such a way that it would still look like night AND you could see the actors.) here's the thing though. quite a few (like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;katherine&lt;/span&gt;") are protest films, thought-provoking films whatever you want to call those wild &amp; wonderful times. but if it wasn't for the quality of the film, the dress, and the hairstyles i could swear it was now. for the most part they're saying the same thing "crazy alternatives" (viewpoints/lifestyle not music) are saying now. it's as if everything paused &amp;amp; 30 years later we're pressing play, except now the problems that were around then are so exacerbated, and so many new ones are falling on us everyday that, well, fixing anything is a long long way from here. and maybe we really didn't press play. maybe we're just on that spiral time travels in &amp; we're merely revisiting everything on a new loop. it's kind of weird &amp;amp; creepy, those echoes from past ages, past decades. like when you read the book of your life written by someone else. makes you feel pretty small. also makes you wonder if change is really possible or if we're just swimming upstream as they say. time to ditch time. scribble on a piece of paper....that should be how time is directed if it must be. but wouldn't it be crazy having everything around at once? might already be that way. who knows. could be fun though--a dash or two of chaos certainly enlivens one's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/13619188-113479226997946329?l=chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com/feeds/113479226997946329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13619188&amp;postID=113479226997946329' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13619188/posts/default/113479226997946329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13619188/posts/default/113479226997946329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com/2005/12/de-ja-vu-minus-accents.html' title='de ja vu (minus accents)'/><author><name>faeriechild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16344297361517710524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oznWDFHKZn8/TZjTFXQxf_I/AAAAAAAAABc/xTpSt_qhaRs/s220/vermont2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13619188.post-113468416853947103</id><published>2005-12-15T16:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T12:20:11.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>another shining example</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;...of religious moronity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so don't ask how i found this, but i was searching for something &amp; i get this "religion is evil" page....well, in most cases it's just plain ridiculous, but often religion does make people evil, but anyhoo, want to know why all religion is evil??????!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is great....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Religion is inspired by the evil one, satan, to keep man from truly knowing God by receiving His gift of eternal life, which is in Jesus Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;" And it gets better...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Only Jesus can deliver you and give you new life. No religion can!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;" so how is a belief in jesus &amp; satan &amp;amp; god not a religion? christians are a riot. i hate when they assume i am one too. i like when they talk about all those "evil cults" 'cause then i get to say that according to the definition of the word "cult", all religions/faiths can be considered cults. they normally shut up then. bad religion! making people stupid &amp; insane! you should be ashamed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all right so that site was at &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" href="http://www.believers.org/tr113.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;http://www.believers.org/tr113.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in case you thought i made it up. haven't checked out the rest of it, but i'm sure there's lots more of those fun christian inanities, i just don't want to waste my time with it. unless i'm really really really really really bored. and i'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the definition for "&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;CULT&lt;/span&gt;":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ol  style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;ol type="a"&gt;&lt;li type="a"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A religion or religious sect generally considered to be extremist or false, with its followers often living in an unconventional manner under the guidance of an authoritarian, charismatic leader.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li type="a"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; The followers of such a religion or sect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; A system or community of religious worship and ritual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; The formal means of expressing religious reverence; religious ceremony and ritual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; A usually nonscientific method or regimen claimed by its originator to have exclusive or exceptional power in curing a particular disease.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;ol type="a"&gt;&lt;li type="a"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Obsessive, especially faddish, devotion to or veneration for a person, principle, or thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li type="a"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; The object of such devotion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; An exclusive group of persons sharing an esoteric, usually artistic or intellectual interest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;hmmmmmm......(if you haven't noticed yet, i REALLY don't like religion. but i wouldn't say i'm an atheist either. nor would i call myself agnostic. so what am i left with? my own thoughts i guess. better than pretending somebody else's thoughts are mine &amp;amp; making an ass out of myself. who wants to grovel anyhow?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silly jealous gods. silly jealous people. pulling the yoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/13619188-113468416853947103?l=chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com/feeds/113468416853947103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13619188&amp;postID=113468416853947103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13619188/posts/default/113468416853947103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13619188/posts/default/113468416853947103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com/2005/12/another-shining-example.html' title='another shining example'/><author><name>faeriechild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16344297361517710524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oznWDFHKZn8/TZjTFXQxf_I/AAAAAAAAABc/xTpSt_qhaRs/s220/vermont2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13619188.post-113381903367592658</id><published>2005-12-05T16:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T22:54:47.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>kittens in love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4603/1204/1600/DSCF0011b.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4603/1204/400/DSCF0011b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...too cute...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13619188-113381903367592658?l=chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com/feeds/113381903367592658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13619188&amp;postID=113381903367592658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13619188/posts/default/113381903367592658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13619188/posts/default/113381903367592658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com/2005/12/kittens-in-love.html' title='kittens in love'/><author><name>faeriechild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16344297361517710524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oznWDFHKZn8/TZjTFXQxf_I/AAAAAAAAABc/xTpSt_qhaRs/s220/vermont2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13619188.post-113366937884626893</id><published>2005-12-03T22:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T23:14:39.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>mr. pants</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4603/1204/1600/DSCF0023b.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4603/1204/320/DSCF0023b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4603/1204/1600/DSCF0022c.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4603/1204/200/DSCF0022c.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4603/1204/1600/DSCF0019c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4603/1204/200/DSCF0019c.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;here is the latest edition. a little stray that we were just recently able to confirm is a male. he is very shy. but he &amp; rumpelteazer love each other and play all the time &amp;amp; sleep all curled up together. he is slowly getting braver, though we still cannot get close enough to pet him. maybe soon he'll be sitting on our laps. he's been coming in for just a week. spent a month or so living in the building outside, during which time he fell in love and in spite of his overwhelming fear, braved the dogs &amp; followed rumpeltee through the cat door. sometimes he sits outside at the edge of the woods waiting for her to come out....when she does, he calls out to her &amp;amp; then they run to meet. it's cute. he appears to be about the same age. pups &amp; kittens are going on a special trip to the spay &amp;amp; neuter clinic next week.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;getting kind of used to rotting deer parts in the yard.......wish people could dispose of legs &amp; heads somewhere that's not my woods though.....gnawing pacifies the dogs i guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;"derek in india" (see link list) is just "derek" right now....we picked him up thursday....but he's going back in a month or so. ahhhh, spices from india are so much better than ones here.....like a sea rushing over your tongue, each subtle flavor in perfect balance with one another.....but so derek is engaged to a bhutanese girl named choden....which means if they get married he will be one of the very few westerners able to go "freely" to bhutan. i use "freely" in the most conservative form.....bhutan's king doesn't like what western civilization has done to some of the countries around his, and you know, i can't blame him for being wary. westerners have destroyed an awful lot. usurped a lot. killed a lot of people in the name of wicked hypocrisy, oops! i mean god.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;lucky there's a family guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/13619188-113366937884626893?l=chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com/feeds/113366937884626893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13619188&amp;postID=113366937884626893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13619188/posts/default/113366937884626893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13619188/posts/default/113366937884626893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com/2005/12/mr-pants.html' title='mr. pants'/><author><name>faeriechild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16344297361517710524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oznWDFHKZn8/TZjTFXQxf_I/AAAAAAAAABc/xTpSt_qhaRs/s220/vermont2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13619188.post-113270496847864147</id><published>2005-11-22T17:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T10:28:07.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>well craptastic!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;all right!  'tis the season of giant turkey balloons! man, where's my dart gun? and then next month there will be giant air-sacs shaped like santa, snowpeople, reindeer.....oh god, pure bliss! i also like it when they blow away. winds are pretty strong today. it's snowing too. let's keep those fingers crossed, shall we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so one internet group i lurk around on when i'm bored had a post about "thanksgiving", and i really really really wanted to post something in reply. however, i figured it wouldn't be considered "nice" enough to actually be posted, so i came here to pour out my rantings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first off, let's give the turkeys something to be thankful for. funny thing, i have never eaten turkey in my entire life. and that's not because my family didn't as i grew up, since they did and do. that makes me feel good about myself. at least i'm not supporting the horrible atrocities against those poor birds. btw, have you ever sat in the woods all still and seen wild turkeys? totally awesome. they are so fast. hey if the turkey was the one picked to be the national bird, would we be eating eagles for thanksgiving? well, we know that could never have been since i don't think the turkey has any occult/esoteric/etc symbolism behind it. no national status for the turkey! only non-life as fodder for the carnivores!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;furthermore, all that bullshit about indians &amp; pilgrims makes me want to storm some castles. at least they're outlawing holidays in public schools so less of that kind of drivel is being taught. now if we can only get rid of all the rest of the crap they pawn off as science, history, and a whole host of other required subjects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, i have a serious problem with the whole name "thanksgiving". i remember "thanksgiving" as being a time when i was forced to go to relatives' houses where i was emotionally tortured (my brother got that on top of being beaten up. i'm serious. black eyes and more just because he was a little kid), and would spend my sentence trying to hide as far away from these cousins, uncles, aunts, etc for as long as i possibly could.  luckily at some point the football game on television (which was always on) would distract most of these people and i could safely escape outside, maybe hide inside a bush or in the car, only to have to finally drag myself inside because i was freezing cold. when i didn't eat turkey (and i never did remember) i would be taunted mercilessly. when i got a little older and was trying to learn scottish gaelic (at the age of 13) and would bring my books so i could have SOMETHING to do until we left, well of course i was attacked for wanting to learn something. seriously. these are the people who i am related to?! these are the people who i would never ever in all of eternity NEVER associate with. thank god when my mother finally stopped going to these horrors, because then i didn't have to anymore either. though of course my father thought it mean. guess he didn't understand how mean his family was/is. sometimes i hear about who hates who among them. i just have to laugh. so THANKSGIVING is not about THANKS and it is not about GIVING. it is about STUFFING YOUR GUT and WATCHING FOOTBALL. that's among families. in the commercial world, it means MAKING LOTS OF MONEY. this is what all holidays are basically for. EATING, WATCHING SPORTS GAMES, MAKING MONEY (or SPENDING MONEY if you're the consumer), and an EXCUSE TO CLOSE BANKS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and please don't try to convince me that christmas is a holiday to celebrate the birth of baby jesus. unless by "baby jesus" you mean "the sun". that's SUN not SON. the glowing orb in the daytime skies. you could also mean the celebration of expensive fad toys &amp; gadgets or the birth of super sales (both meanings or points of view for that word--consumer &amp;amp; retailer). or another time when you're forced to visit those people you never see except at certain holidays and who you really don't like. or a time to blow darts at giant ballons in peoples' front lawns. all of these could work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if you're going to give away chemicals, artificial flavors, artificial colors....excuse me, i mean prepackaged "food"....maybe you should think twice. i don't think god would be very proud of your contributing to poisoning the masses. i'm sure there's something better you could give. think real hard and it might come to you. i'm not being facitious here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and have a oh so happy thanksgiving! (NOW i'm being facitious)&lt;/span&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/13619188-113270496847864147?l=chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com/feeds/113270496847864147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13619188&amp;postID=113270496847864147' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13619188/posts/default/113270496847864147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13619188/posts/default/113270496847864147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com/2005/11/well-craptastic.html' title='well craptastic!!!'/><author><name>faeriechild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16344297361517710524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oznWDFHKZn8/TZjTFXQxf_I/AAAAAAAAABc/xTpSt_qhaRs/s220/vermont2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13619188.post-113194142011776227</id><published>2005-11-13T22:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T23:48:56.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>humming from the other side</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;just wanted to mention this funny little proposed bill....S-1873 in the senate &amp; HR-3970 in the house of reps. it is one of those things that makes you feel like you are living in the world of THX 1138 or 1984. but that's what the goal is right? although our lovely governmental bodies have passed many other thoroughly invasive &amp;amp; fascist &amp; underhanded little laws just in the past few years, this one is actually going to directly affect your body, your health, &amp;amp; possibly even be the cause of your death (if you are allergic to poisons, chemicals, or certain medicines that is).........and if you do happen to die from complications from what is being forcible injected into your bloodstream....OH WELL. tough luck i guess! don't look for compensation 'cause it'll be illegal. don't try to ask what is in that vile concoction (just to make sure it doesn't have anything that could possibly kill you)--that'll be illegal to!!!! and people say this is a free country. i laugh my ass off. then i cry aloud at rampant stupidity. take off your blinders for once. christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;irony is when vaccines increase the contractions of diseases. (well most of them have/do you know). what about all those other miracles in your bathroom cabinet? ever wonder their surprises? ever wonder? no of course not, WONDERING &amp; QUESTIONING ARE NOT ALLOWED......just ask the priests, uh, politicians, uh, drug companies, uh, CEOs, uh.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"kashira kashira gozonji kashira?!?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you know what i wonder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing i wonder is why people don't wonder why most celebrities only date (marry &amp;amp; divorce) celebrities......and why they for the most part can get away with deeds far worse than murder.....except for the occasional sacrifice of one of their numbers (just to make it seem like they are just like you &amp; me and not above the "law"), they pretty much operate as some untouchable elite royal caste. doesn't anyone else find this a bit bizzare????? shouldn't we stop supporting all these upper castes (not just from entertainment) and start supporting ourselves instead? and why are all the presidential candidates (at least those running for the democrat &amp;amp; republican parties!!! REMEMBER THERE ARE MORE THAN JUST TWO PARTIES, PEOPLE!)...why are they always distantly but directly related to each other as well as the royal rulers across the atlantic??? why indeed.....could it be that's a prereq? those bluebloods just don't like to mix with the peasants/serfs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i mostly wonder why there's not more wondering going on. then i wonder why there isn't more anger. but then i remember those blinders. they're quite fashionable i hear. have been for centuries. helps keep one from being startled at reality....by not letting one see it. just read your organic style, your wired, your utne, your new yorker, the best of the bestsellers list, keep up-to-date with the music &amp; computer &amp;amp; cellphone industries latest gimmicks &amp; gadgets, keep yourself in debt with your fancy new car with all the extras &amp;amp; that way-over-priced box you call home AND BY GOD YOU'LL BE FINE! in fact, if you get a little spiritual buzz going every now and again, you'll even think you're happy. ain't it all just grand? and obviously those with more money than you know what's best......so help them out by giving them even more money and by letting them do all your thinking for you. the powers that be never lie....they are always acting in your best interest....always.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=sigh=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did you know that some people actually base their vote for the presidential candidate on which is the most "correct" type of "christian"? yeah i hate to tell them what that makes the definition of "christian" become.....actually, i lie there. i would love to tell them. and also tell them that there are more than two parties. and also tell them that well democracy never really existed. unless by democracy one means esoteric totalitarian fascist dictatorial ruling body of elitist modern-day monarchs. if that's what you mean, then well you already know that other definition of "christian".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and along those lines, here's a fun quote!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A Sunday school is a prison in which children do penance for the evil conscience of their parents"&lt;br /&gt;--H. L. Mencken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA! i like this one a lot since that's why i was forced to go to sunday school. not to learn any sort of religious dogma, but because my mother feared the disapproval of her parents should we not be going to sunday school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe if people stop groveling to images (many created by that wonderful &amp; eternal elite), some sort of actually real &amp;amp; actually beneficial change could occur. just a thought. i'm full of those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all right....i should stop before i keep going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;={quick choose! fire or ice?????????????}=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/13619188-113194142011776227?l=chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com/feeds/113194142011776227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13619188&amp;postID=113194142011776227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13619188/posts/default/113194142011776227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13619188/posts/default/113194142011776227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com/2005/11/humming-from-other-side.html' title='humming from the other side'/><author><name>faeriechild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16344297361517710524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oznWDFHKZn8/TZjTFXQxf_I/AAAAAAAAABc/xTpSt_qhaRs/s220/vermont2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13619188.post-113097996376236163</id><published>2005-11-02T19:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T00:04:15.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>falsely free &amp; living lies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;uhhhh i wish those great &amp; glorious trespassing hunters would have the decency to take the animals they murder whole instead of leaving bits &amp;amp; pieces of their carcasses for me to stumble over and despose of.............and it seems like there's always plenty of free venison advertised in the local trading papers........a literal overkill mayhaps?..........hmmmmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing that really peeves me is that so many people can't seem to understand that some people don't like to eat animals--and oh my god!--so they don't ever do it! how can that be??? they don't want meat on their sandwich? how could they eat just the bread &amp; vegetables &amp;amp; fruit??????!!!!!!!! how????!!!!! OH AND VEGETARIAN DOES NOT MEAN "EATS FISH , SEAFOOD, &amp; WHITE MEAT". god how many people think that.........i'm glad i only ate meat a few times a year growing up, so i can say to certain people that i have never been fond of consuming putrefying animal carcasses so that completely eliminating them from my diet was a breeze. animal flesh just tastes gross in my opinion--always has. the texture is disgusting. bleck! and how many carnivorous humans actually eat the meat plain or not fried? yeah, that's what i thought. guess what! you can eat almost all fruits, nuts, &amp;amp; vegetables without doing a thing to them! that's right, RAW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of raw food, i had an apple the other day, grown organic, no paraffin or animal wax covering it--still had a leaf attached to the stem........and jesus that was the best apple i have ever had in my life!!!! i never really liked apples growing up because they had no taste, but well, that's what commercialism, genetic modification, chemicals, &amp; depleted soil do for you! thanks FDA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***for those of you who don't know, most of the food in a grocery store is sneakily filled with animal ingredients.....things you wouldn't ever dream of having them (like those super shiny apples!)......sometimes it might be synthetic, but you can't ever tell by the ingredient lists and the companies aren't going to tell you....so i guess really all that food is is synthetic chemicals &amp;amp; meat for the most part. and i absolutely love how it's legal to call something juice that has 1% juice FROM CONCENTRATE and the rest just corn syrup &amp; water.....oh right &amp;amp; aspartame. thanks, but i'll take mine without the nerve toxin....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW on to VOLTAIRE---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;words from a long-dead french guy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is forbidden to kill; therefore all murderers are punished unless they kill in large numbers and to the sound of trumpets."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is dangerous to be right when the government is wrong."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In general, the art of government consists of taking as much money as possible from one class of citizens to give to another."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The secret of being boring is to say everything."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Men use thought only as authority for their injustice, and employ speech only to conceal their thoughts."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To succeed in the world it is not enough to be stupid, you must also be well-mannered."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everything's fine today, that is our illusion."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes other people just say things better........not that voltaire was the greatest person in the world, but some of his words were pretty nice &amp; are still applicable..........i wonder is it because we're still being ruled by royalty? because we're still acting so frickin' helpless &amp;amp; oblivious? come on, we were not sent here to conquer &amp; destroy the world (or each other), though we certainly act like that an awful lot....no divine birthrights, no manifest destinies...........having electricity &amp;amp; a car doesn't make you a better person.....just one that pays electric bills, car &amp;amp; insurance payments. ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so last friday in vermont's capital there was this nice meeting for the second vermont republic. i wish they would secede. i wish every state would secede. 50 little countries. wouldn't that be funny? maybe then the world wouldn't just hate americans, but maybe just floridians or dc-ites or whatever. then you'd get this special passport to travel between what used to be "united" states....oh wait but you're already going to have to get one of those. a bit orwellian, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i rant enough for today?&lt;/span&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/13619188-113097996376236163?l=chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com/feeds/113097996376236163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13619188&amp;postID=113097996376236163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13619188/posts/default/113097996376236163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13619188/posts/default/113097996376236163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com/2005/11/falsely-free-living-lies.html' title='falsely free &amp; living lies'/><author><name>faeriechild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16344297361517710524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oznWDFHKZn8/TZjTFXQxf_I/AAAAAAAAABc/xTpSt_qhaRs/s220/vermont2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13619188.post-112987882803182411</id><published>2005-10-21T00:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T18:21:06.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what oh what have i been doing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4603/1204/1600/cal%20%26%20arch%208b2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4603/1204/320/cal%20%26%20arch%208b2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;apparently things that keep me busy &amp; away from the computer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've been adopted by a little striped orange kitty that likes to hang out in the giant storage building....too shy to get too near yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone else is fine and/or getting big like Calliope &amp;amp; Archimedes here---&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is interesting since they don't really realize that they're so big when they try to jump on you or sit on your lap! they're almost 6 months now....Calliope's fur has started to get really curly--oh maybe in another year they'll both be sporting long dred-like curls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was thinking that really besides death the only thing anyone can truly rely on is that somewhere in the world at some point in time, there's going to be some sort of "natural" disaster.....course there are plenty of disasters influenced and/or caused by humans, but even if there weren't humans around, there would probably still be some sort of occasional giant storm, hurricane, tornado, volcanic eruption, typhoon, earthquake, flood, fire, etc. so why doesn't everyone put their faith in mother earth's upset? maybe we'd all learn a little respect. right. faith in man? in general, no. people do pretty stupid and horribly evil things all the time. guess you could have faith in that aspect of man. can 6+ billion people all remarkably change? do 6+ billion people even want to change? what do they say about "safety" in the well-known, the habitual....regardless of how pleasant or horrible that monotony is? then think about these questions with this in mind: the comparatively few people that think they know what is best for all the rest, or rather, what will keep the masses controlled &amp; numb, safe in monotony......surely there's no other option, no other choice, no other way, nothing more fulfilling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right right what about all that good being done out there. sometimes i wonder if all of it is really good but i'll admit there's a little sunshine here &amp;amp; there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i've mentioned before, i wouldn't blame the earth for rebooting. but maybe she'll be nice &amp;amp; just keep sending warnings. now all we gotta do is heed them. learn something maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life isn't about the many things we've made it about. why live like automatons? why don't we breathe once and a while?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Some say the world will end in fire,&lt;br /&gt;Some say in ice.&lt;br /&gt;From what I've tasted of desire&lt;br /&gt;I hold with those who favor fire.&lt;br /&gt;But if it had to perish twice,&lt;br /&gt;I think I know enough of hate&lt;br /&gt;To know that for destruction ice&lt;br /&gt;Is also great&lt;br /&gt;And will suffice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's Robert Frost for those wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey.&lt;br /&gt;fall is my favorite time of year.&lt;br /&gt;the sun comes through the trees at just the right angle.&lt;br /&gt;certain flowers have their second bloom.&lt;br /&gt;and i let out a sigh.&lt;/span&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/13619188-112987882803182411?l=chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com/feeds/112987882803182411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13619188&amp;postID=112987882803182411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13619188/posts/default/112987882803182411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13619188/posts/default/112987882803182411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-oh-what-have-i-been-doing.html' title='what oh what have i been doing?'/><author><name>faeriechild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16344297361517710524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oznWDFHKZn8/TZjTFXQxf_I/AAAAAAAAABc/xTpSt_qhaRs/s220/vermont2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13619188.post-112666456046109743</id><published>2005-09-13T21:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T01:07:48.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ever more silkies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4603/1204/1600/silkie%20tribe%2018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4603/1204/320/silkie%20tribe%2018.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;so here are the buff silkies we got a few weeks ago. the mama is the big one in the foreground &amp; to the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these babies are about 2 months old now, maybe a week more. they are pure bred (like wakaba &amp;amp; kenshin, the white silkie hens now new mamas). unfortunately their dad was killed before we got them. he was a buff too, which is obvious given that all the kids are buffs. remember--silkie daughters look like their dads &amp;amp; silkie sons look like their moms when the parents are different colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone has been really noisy lately. dogs, goats, chickens, guineas.....the cats are the least annoying vocally. sometimes you just want to sleep for longer than 15 mins at a time....but that's life on a little farm! the best is still the crowing contests between the roosters. oh! and Holly (white leghorn chicken-holocaust survivor)--who makes honking sounds more than clucks--taught the one guinea hen (Nephthys) to make her honks underneath the window in the morning as well. this is the "GET UP NOW AND FEED US!!!" ritual. which the goats soon join in with their bleeting if one of us doesn't get out their soon enough. and then maybe the roosters will start if we try to push staying in bed too long. though right now the windows are still open.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those new here should see posts made in july for pics of our other animals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all right--that's enough for today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/13619188-112666456046109743?l=chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com/feeds/112666456046109743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13619188&amp;postID=112666456046109743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13619188/posts/default/112666456046109743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13619188/posts/default/112666456046109743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com/2005/09/ever-more-silkies.html' title='ever more silkies'/><author><name>faeriechild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16344297361517710524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oznWDFHKZn8/TZjTFXQxf_I/AAAAAAAAABc/xTpSt_qhaRs/s220/vermont2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13619188.post-112666181865066368</id><published>2005-09-13T20:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T20:41:09.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>metamorphosis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4603/1204/1600/gobo%20%26%20suki%201b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4603/1204/320/gobo%20%26%20suki%201b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just for some fun here are before &amp; after pics of Suki, the grey silkie/cochin hen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; who transformed over the summer into a rooster....david &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;thinks he looks like a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4603/1204/1600/DSCF0008b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4603/1204/320/DSCF0008b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; dinosaur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically he grew his waddle &amp; comb, and got thick neck feathers with whitish flecks mixed in with the grey....and it was he not Gobo who makes the weird crow that sounds like he's dying or being hurt or something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can also see Gobo in the 'before' pic--he was killed, as i've already posted about, by the neighbor's spastic dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; you like the dismantled building in that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; same pic? made for some good roosting while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; being taken down. ahhhh....cleaning up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; other people's trash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/13619188-112666181865066368?l=chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com/feeds/112666181865066368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13619188&amp;postID=112666181865066368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13619188/posts/default/112666181865066368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13619188/posts/default/112666181865066368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com/2005/09/metamorphosis.html' title='metamorphosis'/><author><name>faeriechild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16344297361517710524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oznWDFHKZn8/TZjTFXQxf_I/AAAAAAAAABc/xTpSt_qhaRs/s220/vermont2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13619188.post-112665652767868825</id><published>2005-09-13T18:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T21:58:37.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the newest trio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4603/1204/1600/DSCF0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4603/1204/200/DSCF0004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4603/1204/1600/DSCF00061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4603/1204/200/DSCF00061.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4603/1204/1600/DSCF00111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4603/1204/200/DSCF00111.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4603/1204/1600/DSCF0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4603/1204/200/DSCF0014.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ok here are some pics of the 2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;bantam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;roosters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; and the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;andalusian &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;hen we got oh about a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;onth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ago. the black &amp; white rooster is Isildur. the white one is The Phantom Bantam. and the grey hen is Elvira. they all like to roost in the beetle-eaten plum tree. [they originally slept in the main coop, but then one day decided on the tree instead. we can't reach them in the tree, so we just let them do what they want. see note below] Isildur &amp;amp; Phantom fluff out their feathers before sleeping. i thought it was cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;each rooster's crow is different, just as each hen's cluck is different. spend enough time around your chickens, &amp; you can identify them by call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[and for those wondering about these chicks' safety at night, we also own 2 puppy komondors, almost 5 months old now and getting huge. they will eventually be well over 100 lbs...and they bark at everything--even the planes flying by tens of thousands of feet above us...and sleep out by the plum tree &amp;amp; the chicken pens...when full-grown they will be able to take out coyotes even. komondors are a livestock protection breed, and though they have not often been used with chickens, we find they do all right with grown chickens (babies who find their way out of the pens are more like squeak-toys to the pups....so the babies &amp;amp; their mamas are secured in pens until the peeps grow up. which of course protects them from flying predators too. oh and there is also a guinea hen that sleeps in the tree with them, and she makes a raucous honking anytime anything gets too near her. when our guinea flock matures, it will be interesting. also, only these few flying chickens roost in the trees, silkies can't fly so they prefer the pen. though if something got into the pen ever, they would have next to no chance of getting away. at least those tree-roosting can fly away. that's if anything can sneak past the dogs, which is not that likely]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/13619188-112665652767868825?l=chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com/feeds/112665652767868825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13619188&amp;postID=112665652767868825' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13619188/posts/default/112665652767868825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13619188/posts/default/112665652767868825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com/2005/09/newest-trio.html' title='the newest trio'/><author><name>faeriechild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16344297361517710524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oznWDFHKZn8/TZjTFXQxf_I/AAAAAAAAABc/xTpSt_qhaRs/s220/vermont2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13619188.post-112665508081475627</id><published>2005-09-13T17:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T20:58:32.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>more of the cute &amp; fluffy .....and insane</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4603/1204/1600/DSCF0009b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4603/1204/320/DSCF0009b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;here is a bird's eye view of kenshin and her babies, born one a day last tues-fri. it went white, buff, white, buff. it's funny to listen to eggs peeping, which they do a few days before they hatch. that's how the mama hen knows when to stop turning the eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway--wakaba's babies look the same, except for only 1 white &amp; 3 buffs...and they're a lot bigger than kenshin's. since they came out of the chicken &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;house aug. 29th....well, the oldest was probably born 4 days prior to that, which makes him about 2 weeks older. peeps grow fast. i love it when they stretch their legs &amp; wings. they do one side at a time, arcing a wing &amp;amp; a leg backwards like they're trying to do ballet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and please don't leave advertisement's as your comments....especially for loans, i mean, like i would ever borrow electronic money from a private institution (this includes all banks of course--the federal part of "federal reserve" is designed to be misleading, and neither it nor any bank is part of the government...in fact, the federal reserve mints money quite cheaply actually, then slaps an enormous interest rate onto it when they "loan" it to the goverment....but i digress). i think if this person had actually read my site they could have figured out i'm not all for most of the societal systems the old u.s. of a. &amp; the world for that matter have forced upon us....a financial system based on extreme debt is ludicrous anyhow. and beginning the advertisement with some garbled propaganda about hurricane katrina.....ummmmmm like sympathy would make me want to get a mortgage loan. besides, i don't think the powers that be really wanted any help going down south anyway....i guess they really just wanted to use the catastrophe (&amp;amp; their subsequent lame excuses for lack of preventive safety measures like evacuation...or any number of other true forms of aid that they are highly capable of) as a reason for getting the ball rolling on martial law. yeah you do know that the constitution doesn't exist under martial law and can only be reinstated by those who ordered martial law in the first place, right? at least all this has postponed our puppet government's invasion of a certain country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but aren't gas prices great? so most government vehicles run off of natural gas. funny, huh? i wonder if those prices went up too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish people would learn that big brother really doesn't love you and doesn't want what is best for you.....look at new orleans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you have to take your life into your own hands, learn to survive on your own with as little as possible, &amp; know when to stay &amp;amp; when to flee certain destruction...don't trust uncle sam to be their for you, unless you are uncle sam. and even then you might want to watch your back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chickens are cool though!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/13619188-112665508081475627?l=chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com/feeds/112665508081475627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13619188&amp;postID=112665508081475627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13619188/posts/default/112665508081475627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13619188/posts/default/112665508081475627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com/2005/09/more-of-cute-fluffy-and-insane.html' title='more of the cute &amp; fluffy .....and insane'/><author><name>faeriechild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16344297361517710524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oznWDFHKZn8/TZjTFXQxf_I/AAAAAAAAABc/xTpSt_qhaRs/s220/vermont2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13619188.post-112597732166171960</id><published>2005-09-05T22:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T22:28:41.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>note on links</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;two new links have appeared....that is, two groups listed by their acronyms....check them out......i've known about SRS for a while but just recently got around to really investigating them.....CTM is pretty fun exploration &amp; experimentation too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both intrigue, amuse, &amp; inspire...at least me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe you as well?&lt;/span&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/13619188-112597732166171960?l=chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com/feeds/112597732166171960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13619188&amp;postID=112597732166171960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13619188/posts/default/112597732166171960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13619188/posts/default/112597732166171960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com/2005/09/note-on-links.html' title='note on links'/><author><name>faeriechild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16344297361517710524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oznWDFHKZn8/TZjTFXQxf_I/AAAAAAAAABc/xTpSt_qhaRs/s220/vermont2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13619188.post-112542020110619696</id><published>2005-08-30T11:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T11:43:21.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>life begins anew</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;well well sometime i will have to borrow a digital camera again or buy some more film &amp; develop it.....many little chicks &amp;amp; guineas needing to be seen by all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gobo will be missed...almost makes me feel like i can't go anywhere at all...we were just about to get him a lady friend, but.....unfortunately the bird-hunting dog is still being found out off a leash....this isn't the area to do this.....people shoot dogs without remorse around here....and the people at the bottom of the hill i believe have done it before....killed cats too, so i've heard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we should be moving in a few months so....somewhere a bit nicer for all &amp; safer for the animals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes--wakaba is a mama now! yesterday 4 little chicks were born!!!!! the first births we've had! 3 look like their dad, buff (that's the reddish silkies) with darker bums, and one is whitish with black spots on its head. if they stay these colors, than presumably the white one will be male &amp; the buffs will be female. they're adorable! kenshin has also been sitting on some eggs, so we will see what comes of those. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone is doing fine. the mama guniea hen likes to fly out of her pen and run around the edge of the fence....meanwhile her babies run around beside her on the inside of the fence. it's goofy. they love when i put some clover in for them  (they've pretty much eaten all the plants that used to be in the pen, so i supplement some for them now). they pick up a piece and run all around so no one else can get it. but they all do this at the same time, so it's quite amusing to watch.  but the cutest thing is when they are all huddled under their mama's wings, and you can only see one or two heads peeking out of her feathers......one night mama guinea didn't come back in the pen, so her babies all huddled under the buff mama silkie (whose babies are two big to huddle under her).....that was nice of her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much to rant about today......enjoyed vermont (it wasn't winter yet!) yeah so i met &amp; talked with sandra bullock's sister gezine &amp;amp; her husband ray (movie producer)....my friend works for them....that's just weird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right so pics will come soon&lt;/span&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/13619188-112542020110619696?l=chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com/feeds/112542020110619696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13619188&amp;postID=112542020110619696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13619188/posts/default/112542020110619696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13619188/posts/default/112542020110619696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com/2005/08/life-begins-anew.html' title='life begins anew'/><author><name>faeriechild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16344297361517710524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oznWDFHKZn8/TZjTFXQxf_I/AAAAAAAAABc/xTpSt_qhaRs/s220/vermont2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13619188.post-112500692546156652</id><published>2005-08-25T16:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T16:55:25.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>RAGE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;so i am in another state right now, but sometime early this morning i dream that the neighbor's dog mutilates &amp; kills one of our goats.....well, i was only slightly off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;our neighbor's assinine brother is at his place today apparently, and he thinks it's fine to let the dog run around loose while he sits inside in front of the television....huh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;we are catching/chasing that dog into its house 3-4 times a week sometimes more already, and they know, THEY KNOW NOT TO LET IT RUN FREE!!!! IT IS NOT A CALM MILD-MANNERED DOG! IT HAS ATTACKED OUR GOATS BEFORE!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;AND NOW IT HAS KILLED GOBO!!!! David's favorite chicken, the polish crested, beautiful and just learning to crow! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;our neighbor rents from my father too, so it's not like he was here first or anything....we were!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;this dog, as i've said before, should not be cooped up all day alone, but it definitely should not be allowed to run around here---this is not the place for it and our neighbor is not the right owner. a goldfish would suit him better. or maybe a cat. at least with an outside cat, it wouldn't matter if its owner forgot to feed/water it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;the thing is, this could have been my kitten, or one of the goats, like in my dream. this dog has attacked before, so obviously he can and will do it again! HE JUST DID!!!!!!! we can't keep him out of our yard unless we erect a 6-foot or higher wall! we don't have the means for that right now! our puppies are just puppies! they can't always scare him away! we aren't lightning fast ourselves! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;but if certain someones would just take a certain dog out on a leash then maybe....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;again i refer all to the voltaire quote at the top of the page. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;...............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(so i am raging at the stupidity of assinine fools)&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/13619188-112500692546156652?l=chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com/feeds/112500692546156652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13619188&amp;postID=112500692546156652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13619188/posts/default/112500692546156652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13619188/posts/default/112500692546156652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com/2005/08/rage.html' title='RAGE'/><author><name>faeriechild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16344297361517710524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oznWDFHKZn8/TZjTFXQxf_I/AAAAAAAAABc/xTpSt_qhaRs/s220/vermont2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13619188.post-112459408924793976</id><published>2005-08-20T21:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T22:14:49.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>thirty-five &amp; counting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;that's how many animals look after us. let's do some simple addition:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 cats + 2 dogs + 2 goats + 2 pigs + 9 guineas + 18 chickens = 35 players in a hobby farm menagerie!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, not really a menagerie......we're not really displaying them in an zoo or scientifically studying them but I suppose you could call it a "collection"......you know how words are often not used properly until eventually the real meaning is lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new to the group are two bantam-cochin roosters (one white, one white &amp; black), an andalusian blue hen, a mama guinea and her 7 babies (safe &amp;amp; sound this time!) &amp; a mama buff (reddish-orangish)  silkie and her 5 similarly colored chicks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sayonara (the buff silkie rooster) &amp; the new bantam roosters have crowing contests across the yard--one crows, then there's a pause, then the other cocks its head, stretches out, &amp;amp; crows......back &amp; forth ad infinitum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gobo (crested polish rooster)  has been learning to crow recently--he still hasn't quite gotten the hang of it, he sounds like someone's hurting him actually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to visit Liz now....long way to drive&lt;/span&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/13619188-112459408924793976?l=chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com/feeds/112459408924793976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13619188&amp;postID=112459408924793976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13619188/posts/default/112459408924793976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13619188/posts/default/112459408924793976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com/2005/08/thirty-five-counting.html' title='thirty-five &amp; counting'/><author><name>faeriechild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16344297361517710524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oznWDFHKZn8/TZjTFXQxf_I/AAAAAAAAABc/xTpSt_qhaRs/s220/vermont2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13619188.post-112432978711256327</id><published>2005-08-17T19:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T20:55:45.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>stopping the world somehow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;haven't posted in a while......not that there wasn't anything to say.  sometimes you just can't talk/type.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought i'd let everyone know about Miracle Mike--the rooster who thwarted fate. on sept 10th 1945, farmer Lloyd Olsen was ordered by his wife to go get Mike for dinner. now Lloyd's mother-in-law would be there too, &amp; she happened to have a taste for chicken neck. so Lloyd aimed the ax high up. Mike ran around as all chickens do afterwards, but then a funny thing happened. Mike ran into the coop. Lloyd figured he'd be dead tomorrow. Nope, he roosted with all the other chickens and was out "pecking" for food the next morning. so Lloyd decided he had to feed Mike somehow--with a dropper right into Mike's gullet! Mike lived a week. then another week. 18 months later Mike started choking while being fed. Lloyd tried to help but couldn't in time. Mike finally died. so how does a chicken live without a head? chopping so high up the neck left the brain stem and one ear intact. that's all you need apparently, if someone's willing to stick a dropper of food in your neck for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;chickens aren't the only ones who can live without much brain mass either. it has been discovered that some humans are born missing large portions of grey matter. and they function rather well too. no sarcasm here. it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i actually have a giant rant, but i just don't have the energy to explain it all. maybe some other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i will instead mention that a friend of mine who lives in vermont is working at a bakery/coffee shop run by sandra bullock's sister. the actress was there for the opening. this world is quite bizarre. i'll get to see the place soon. too bad i'm not into sandra bullock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of movie stars, the local news recently had a really big heavy story!!! "what's up with brad &amp;amp; jennifer?!" you'll know after you watch! all the juicy details!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently, this was the most important thing happening in the world. ahhhh....the media. glad i don't have television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is this little gadget you can get that turns off most TVs from quite a distance, if the aim is right. you can actually drive around turning people's TVs off! i know people who've done this! isn't it great! too bad it doesn't keep them off permanently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rented a dvd from the library with short documentaries on it. one was about an artist named jay something or another. can't remember. but what he does is great. he puts up for sale signs everywhere. what does he sell? a cracker for 15 cents. a push-pin for 35 cents. a pen cap. an eraser. and people will call and buy! what does he spend his earnings on? photocopies! this guy was awesome! the best thing was that he just did it to do it. whereas it was others--an art collector, random conceited egoists--who tried to blow it out of proportion. somehow they were able to masturbate their egos with this when it wasn't even their work! there needs to be a campaign against ego masturbation. something like the "every time you masturbate, god kills a kitten" thing. so don't kill kittens. or rather don't make god kill kittens. 'cause god kills an awful lot of kittens already, and i don't think it needs to kill anymore. the big meanie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops! maybe i offended some egos or some gods? can't please everyone all the time now can we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey when you were a kid did ever get told "just b/c everyone else is doing something, doesn't mean you have to" or "if everyone else jumped off a bridge, would you?".....well, 'cause i think that's a great thing to say to your parents when you're all grown up but not living your life the way they did and their parents did, etc. really. but you have to say it in the appropriate tone--like you are speaking to a 5-year-old. or perfectly calm and ordinary. both would grab attentions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my kitten is climbing on everything everywhere. she's finds new precarious perches by the hour! and cute as ever! the notorious Rumpelteazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;animal friends make me really happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta go. major tom is contacting ground control this time. don't want to let him down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw--&lt;br /&gt;"how're the lizzies, how's your jesus christ been hanging?"&lt;/span&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/13619188-112432978711256327?l=chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com/feeds/112432978711256327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13619188&amp;postID=112432978711256327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13619188/posts/default/112432978711256327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13619188/posts/default/112432978711256327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com/2005/08/stopping-world-somehow.html' title='stopping the world somehow'/><author><name>faeriechild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16344297361517710524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oznWDFHKZn8/TZjTFXQxf_I/AAAAAAAAABc/xTpSt_qhaRs/s220/vermont2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13619188.post-112251446413960294</id><published>2005-07-27T19:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T20:46:15.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes i wonder...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;i forgot to mention that my younger brother most likely became a father last week......i say most likely b/c he has reason to doubt it's really his, but a little test will be done soon to clear all that up......the best part is that he &amp; the mother have not been dating nor on good terms since before she found out she was pregnant......i just =love=&lt;love&gt;&lt;love&gt; soap operas. leave the melodrama for the stage, girls &amp;amp; boys. god i need to move to pluto. my even younger cousin is due anytime now too. she &amp; her beau aren't getting along so hot either. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt; are we having babies???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;needless to say all this pregnancy, plus the kids produced by my half-siblings over the past few years, always stokes my dad's "have billions of kids" fire (so he can boast about how many grandkids he has). i like to say i already have some. they have long curly hair, say "naaaaaaaa" &amp; walk on all fours. plus puppies are almost as much work as kids. not as costly though. maybe if there wasn't so much poison (placed on purpose) in: the air we breathe, the water we drink, the food we eat, the vaccines &amp;amp; drugs supplied (at high profits for them!) by the pharmaceutical companies/hospitals/doctors/dentists, the so-called educational (i.e. propaganda/indoctrination) system.........and of course all the lovely emotional pollution we pick up from everyone else. i would feel guilty forcing someone to be born into all that crap. but that's just me, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so did you know that david bowie was in a mime troupe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/love&gt;&lt;/love&gt;&lt;/span&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/13619188-112251446413960294?l=chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com/feeds/112251446413960294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13619188&amp;postID=112251446413960294' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13619188/posts/default/112251446413960294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13619188/posts/default/112251446413960294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com/2005/07/sometimes-i-wonder.html' title='sometimes i wonder...'/><author><name>faeriechild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16344297361517710524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oznWDFHKZn8/TZjTFXQxf_I/AAAAAAAAABc/xTpSt_qhaRs/s220/vermont2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13619188.post-112232388159817170</id><published>2005-07-25T14:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T21:25:25.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sweating</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;the only problem with a blog is that it's on the internet which is also it's whole reason for existence........if we really lived in a free world i might be able to post something a little deeper or at least a little less allusive.........but we don't, so i still tend to keep some things relatively reserved &amp; quite quiet.........you never know who might be reading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;anyhow, i would like to say how much i hate those little ribbon magnets proudly fading on every other car amongst other superbly ridiculous &amp;amp; annoyingly arrogant decorative stickers...............i will admit my car has many stickers too, but i prefer to promote cartoons &amp; designs, and occasionally something true not the latest fad........it makes for interesting driving though when i'm in a town (that has a curfew) late at night.......apparently all cops assume i am 16. just like this moron trying to sell me magazines wouldn't believe that i dress goth at times (and fooling real goths too!), just because i was wearing a skirt &amp;amp; a t-shirt that day. he apparently thought that he could discern everything about me just by the way i was dressed (which was actually rather conservative for me that day). he got mad when i said that appearances can be deceiving and that i didn't want to support any of the crap fascist propaganda he was peddling......needless to say, he decided i was evil &amp; selfish........i was preventing him from winning a trip to bermuda....................i refer all to the voltaire quote at the top of the page&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;and one other thing..........why are they burying the sacrificial remains of the victims of the 911-two-towers-thing in special decay-postponing sealed bags under the new buildings going up.....when they already are saving small fragments in case forensics gets better in the future? haven't we learned yet you don't build over burial grounds? bad juju anyone? why do people bury their dead anyhow? why doesn't everyone cremate? oooooohhhhhh, right........because of &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;THAT&lt;/span&gt;.....la-la-la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;..............................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;our neighbor's dog attacked Gimli a few nights ago---when the neighbor &amp; David were both outside too!......big hunting dogs should not be kept all day(s) &amp;amp; night(s) in a small trailer alone and only rarely taken on walks.......i find this a little cruel.....if people have to breed dogs to be insane, then at least give them a home (and land!) where it's safe for them to be insane.....otherwise why torture the animal? i can only provide so much protection for my animals---it's not fool-proof but i try and i'm around my animals if not the whole day then most of it! but god if you're gone for almost 24 hrs a day and sometimes even for a few days altogether ALL THE TIME, why the hell do you own an animal? David goes over and takes the dog on a walk sometimes, or at least out to go to the bathroom.......but hey, uh, this isn't our dog. it saddens me really. and then we're the "lucky" recipients of all that pent-up doggy angst. Gimli's better now (not as bad as the big-wild-cat attack on Tom), but he's still shaken up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;do i have anything pleasant to remark on? wildflowers, trees, all plants are fascinating, animals are hilarious, and night-swimming in non-chemicalized water is beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;but i must stop here, even if it is bat country........&lt;/span&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/13619188-112232388159817170?l=chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com/feeds/112232388159817170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13619188&amp;postID=112232388159817170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13619188/posts/default/112232388159817170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13619188/posts/default/112232388159817170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com/2005/07/sweating.html' title='sweating'/><author><name>faeriechild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16344297361517710524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oznWDFHKZn8/TZjTFXQxf_I/AAAAAAAAABc/xTpSt_qhaRs/s220/vermont2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13619188.post-112125851165346819</id><published>2005-07-13T07:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T14:11:34.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>post office blues, asinine burglars, &amp; gay pigs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;rant #1: why do post offices close at 4:30 now? who's brilliant idea is that? how do working people ever get there? do they have to take a day off? "uh....i can't come in today. i need to go to the post office." why don't they just go back to using horses. i think it would actually be more efficient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rant #2: a friend of mine gets his car broken into. the burglar takes the following: a few random cds but not all of them, a discman, a bunch of self-made rock tapes, a huge project due the next day for my friend's class (the thief sifted through a notebook for that), and all the artwork my friend had prepared for a convention that's in a week. Left artwork not associated with this particular art project. what kind of immature asshole does this? sifts through notebooks &amp; portfolios? obviously they weren't doing this for the money. this was a personal attack. why else steal very specific pieces of artwork &amp;amp; classwork? in my opinion, the person who did it should be....ok, i'll curb my violence for the good ol' internet, but i'm thinking at least beat to unconciousness &amp; then tarred &amp;amp; feathered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again i ask why the hell are people so insanely stupid? why so viciously evil? sometimes i think earth does deserve to destroy us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF???????????????????????????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh on a lighter note, the pig we thought was male and then decided was female.....well, it really is a male. David saw it hump the other pig. apparently pigs have corkscrew penises. so this male is just a lot less endowed than the other one, and its balls look oddly like vaginal lips. who knows why. but the other pig didn't seem to mind and he's humped before too so..........its official! we have gay pigs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, Tom was recently caught trying to hump his brother Gimli (who wasn't that into it)......so i don't know, we might also end up with gay incestuous goats too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/13619188-112125851165346819?l=chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com/feeds/112125851165346819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13619188&amp;postID=112125851165346819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13619188/posts/default/112125851165346819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13619188/posts/default/112125851165346819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com/2005/07/post-office-blues-asinine-burglars-gay.html' title='post office blues, asinine burglars, &amp; gay pigs'/><author><name>faeriechild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16344297361517710524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oznWDFHKZn8/TZjTFXQxf_I/AAAAAAAAABc/xTpSt_qhaRs/s220/vermont2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13619188.post-112113536898192678</id><published>2005-07-11T20:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T15:54:35.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a series of unfortunate events...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;...not having to do with orphans &amp; the superficial sappy bilk with lots of occult symbols and who knows what else burned into your retinas 186,000 miles per second in what some people may try to pass off as a "film"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but actually real-life unfortunate events like today when we lose one guinea and all 5 baby silkies in a rather devastating succession&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sparing the world the details i will say that i have always been a cat person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hole in the pen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those little guys were so adorably precious, jumping all around inside their pen, peeping, flying a little........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they survived here two days.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i think i should sell all the animals, all the plants (plenty of oxygen in our house), burn all my stuff, and go live in a cave in greenland......least that was the joke i had with some friends of mine years &amp;amp; years ago.....we chose greenland as our hermitage 'cause of inhospitable environment (to make life even more interesting).....maybe antartica would be even better.......if it wasn't so cold i would take my cats with me since they are much more reasonable animals......although leamh could probably survive here in the woods on his own and most likely would prefer that......so i'd take the kitten.........wait maybe instead i'll just find a cave somewhere a bit warmer and get lots of kittens to live with me and then i could be a cat-lady &amp;amp; a hermit all at the same time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then maybe i could avoid......i'll say what some other time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/13619188-112113536898192678?l=chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com/feeds/112113536898192678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13619188&amp;postID=112113536898192678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13619188/posts/default/112113536898192678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13619188/posts/default/112113536898192678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com/2005/07/series-of-unfortunate-events.html' title='a series of unfortunate events...'/><author><name>faeriechild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16344297361517710524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oznWDFHKZn8/TZjTFXQxf_I/AAAAAAAAABc/xTpSt_qhaRs/s220/vermont2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13619188.post-112101660065742436</id><published>2005-07-10T11:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T09:34:14.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>mes animals -- chickies &amp; piggies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4603/1204/1600/piggies%20%26%20tom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4603/1204/320/piggies%20%26%20tom.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;these are the potbelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; pigs. we haven't decided on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; names yet! [&lt;font&gt;a month or two later we did--in the pic its Grumpus to the left &amp; Hoggle to the right, with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Tom in the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;font&gt;background&lt;/span&gt;] at first we thought they were both males and the one was just gay, but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; turns out his humping was not in vain! so there will be baby piggies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; running around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; in a few months.....[&lt;font&gt;see the post on ga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;y&lt;font&gt; pigs--they &lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;are&lt;font&gt; both males&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4603/1204/1600/gobo%204b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4603/1204/200/gobo%204b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the black chicken is Gobo (remember the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Fraggles?). he is a black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; polish crested.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; he is rather young right now, but when he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; matures he will have long tail feathers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; an even bigger tuft! in the sunlight his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; black feathers sparkle blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &amp; purple. we want &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to get him a lady-friend. [&lt;font&gt;he is dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;font&gt;killed by our neighbor's bird-hunting dog&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;below Gobo is a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; photo of Madeleine, a rhode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; island red.....our&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4603/1204/1600/DSCF0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4603/1204/200/DSCF0022.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; most wonderful layer. we've had her the longest, except&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Holly, who is the victim of a Chicken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Holocaust that we rescued&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (to keep company with some younger chicks who ended up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; getting killed by hawks or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; something).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;&lt;&lt;refer&gt;&lt;font&gt;see a previous post of mine&lt;/span&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/refer&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;refer&gt; in the picture&lt;/refer&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;refer&gt; of Tom you can see Holly in the&lt;/refer&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;refer&gt; background. she&lt;/refer&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;refer&gt; is just a white leghorn, raised for meat. our least healthy&lt;/refer&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;refer&gt; chicken, through the fault of the commercial poultry industry.&lt;/refer&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;refer&gt;the bottom pics show the&lt;/refer&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;refer&gt; silkies! their&lt;/refer&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;refer&gt; feathers are&lt;/refer&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;refer&gt; spineless,&lt;/refer&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4603/1204/1600/silkies%202%20white.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4603/1204/200/silkies%202%20white.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;refer&gt; so they are very&lt;/refer&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;refer&gt; fuzzy &amp; whispy. they lay very small eggs.&lt;/refer&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;refer&gt; for some reaso&lt;/refer&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;refer&gt;n they arranged by color for&lt;/refer&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;refer&gt; these photos. the white hens we got first--Wakaba &amp; Kenshin. the orange/buff ones are Sayonara&lt;/refer&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;refer&gt; (the&lt;/refer&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;refer&gt; rooster) &amp; Taki&lt;/refer&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;refer&gt;.&lt;/refer&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;refer&gt; The grey hen on the left is Miki, and the grey hen on &lt;/refer&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;refer&gt;the right is Suki. Suki has&lt;/refer&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;refer&gt; some real feathers, so she&lt;/refer&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;refer&gt; is a mix, probably&lt;/refer&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4603/1204/1600/silkies%202%20buffs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4603/1204/200/silkies%202%20buffs.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;refer&gt; with a cochin. [&lt;font&gt;see post in september for "her" new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/refer&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;refer&gt;&lt;font&gt; pics--she is really&lt;/span&gt; &lt;font&gt;a he&lt;/span&gt;] &lt;/refer&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;refer&gt;typically&lt;/refer&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;refer&gt; the rooster &amp; the&lt;/refer&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;refer&gt; white hens hang out, since they are all&lt;/refer&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;refer&gt; mature.....baby&lt;/refer&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;refer&gt; silkies in the making? [&lt;font&gt;sure enough--see sept. posts&lt;/span&gt;] silkies are an&lt;/refer&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;refer&gt; asian/oriental&lt;/refer&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;refer&gt; breed, so they&lt;/refer&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;refer&gt; all got japanese&lt;/refer&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;refer&gt; names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/refer&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;refer&gt;did you know that female chicks look like their father &amp; male&lt;/refer&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;refer&gt; chicks look like their&lt;/refer&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;refer&gt; mother?&lt;/refer&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4603/1204/1600/silkies%202%20grey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4603/1204/200/silkies%202%20grey.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;refer&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;we also recently got 5 silkie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/refer&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;refer&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; peeps--only 3 weeks old &amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/refer&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;refer&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; adorable!!!! some are mixes actually, but they will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/refer&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;refer&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; be black, white, splash (whitish with grey-blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/refer&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;refer&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; splotches), &amp; partridge. also recently we got some young guineas, which are crazy looking birds from Africa. they haven't quite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/refer&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;refer&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; matured into crazy-looking yet, but they are definitely getting the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/refer&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;refer&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; loud annoying call typical of this breed. they eat ticks though, &amp; warn you of intruders (by making a big commotion!). these guys are even&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/refer&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;refer&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; harder to get photos of then the big silkies. they keep running under the chicken house!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/refer&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;refer&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;click on a pic to enlarge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/refer&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;refer&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; it....unless your internet connection is prehistoric like mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/refer&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;refer&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;if I get better pics I'll post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/refer&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;refer&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; 'em. Enjoy for now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/refer&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/13619188-112101660065742436?l=chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com/feeds/112101660065742436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13619188&amp;postID=112101660065742436' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13619188/posts/default/112101660065742436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13619188/posts/default/112101660065742436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com/2005/07/mes-animals-chickies-piggies.html' title='mes animals -- chickies &amp; piggies!'/><author><name>faeriechild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16344297361517710524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oznWDFHKZn8/TZjTFXQxf_I/AAAAAAAAABc/xTpSt_qhaRs/s220/vermont2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13619188.post-112101379308981703</id><published>2005-07-10T11:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T12:45:38.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>watashi no dobutsu -- kitties!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4603/1204/1600/rumpelteazer%20dancing%2022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4603/1204/320/rumpelteazer%20dancing%202.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4603/1204/1600/leamh%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4603/1204/200/leamh%203.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;here is a recent pic of Leamh (pronounced LAY-uhv) below--who ran away for 15 days when we first got Archimedes and the kitten. when he came back he was fatter. that is he had actually filled out, he's never been fat. we figure he was dining on baby bunnies, 'cause he sure won't go anywhere near strangers. he hardly comes near us! he is a very skittish cat....gets more so as time goes by....but he has the handsomest shining coat I've ever seen! he is a tough fighting tom that prefers to be out in the woods. I was surprised to see him inside eating when I took this photo. he's 2 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the top-left is Rumpelteazer! she's a sweetheart, as old as the pups, and cute!!! the hind leg you can't see in the photo is yellow &amp; orange striped. I think of T. S. Eliot--"I have a Gumbie cat in mind, her name is Jennyanydots. Her coat is of the tabby kind, with tiger stripes &amp;amp; leopard spots." but her name came from another poem in his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats&lt;/span&gt;. ("Mungojerrie &amp; Rumpelteazer were a notorious couple of cats...") she likes to pounce on the dogs &amp;amp; they like to chase her. Rumpelteazer is dancing for David in this pic. I made the curtains you see in the background!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to say "my animals" in various languages here.....but japanese plurality is a little hard to master at quick-glance, even with all my books, so technically the title says merely "my animal". oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/13619188-112101379308981703?l=chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com/feeds/112101379308981703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13619188&amp;postID=112101379308981703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13619188/posts/default/112101379308981703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13619188/posts/default/112101379308981703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com/2005/07/watashi-no-dobutsu-kitties.html' title='watashi no dobutsu -- kitties!'/><author><name>faeriechild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16344297361517710524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oznWDFHKZn8/TZjTFXQxf_I/AAAAAAAAABc/xTpSt_qhaRs/s220/vermont2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13619188.post-112101166147280475</id><published>2005-07-10T10:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T14:18:45.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>mein Tiere - goats!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4603/1204/1600/tom%20bombadil%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4603/1204/200/tom%20bombadil%201.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4603/1204/1600/gimli%205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4603/1204/200/gimli%205.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4603/1204/1600/gimli%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4603/1204/200/gimli%201.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Angoras!!! these guys are 4 months or so now. they are twin brothers. names are from Tolkien's Lord of the Rings this time.....Gimli (two pics on the left) &amp; Tom Bombadil (top/right). Gimli has fur on his jaw &amp;amp; down his face....Tom has a red-tipped tail. Tom was attacked by some large wild cat about a month ago. Gimli ran away &amp; was missing all night. he came back after dawn, perfectly fine.....after we had been up all night searching the woods for him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now their curly fur is rather short....normally they look twice as big because of it! but it's hot &amp;amp; mohair keeps one rather warm.....I'll need to trim them again here pretty soon--it grows back fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these guys love jumping on EVERYTHING. and trying to eat everything. and trying to get in places they are not supposed to go....like the house. they are lots of fun though! Gimli is normally the one getting into trouble first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/13619188-112101166147280475?l=chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com/feeds/112101166147280475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13619188&amp;postID=112101166147280475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13619188/posts/default/112101166147280475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13619188/posts/default/112101166147280475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com/2005/07/mein-tiere-goats.html' title='mein Tiere - goats!'/><author><name>faeriechild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16344297361517710524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oznWDFHKZn8/TZjTFXQxf_I/AAAAAAAAABc/xTpSt_qhaRs/s220/vermont2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13619188.post-112100966421865103</id><published>2005-07-10T10:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T12:45:02.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>mis animales - puppies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4603/1204/1600/calliope%204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4603/1204/320/calliope%204.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4603/1204/1600/archimedes%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4603/1204/320/archimedes%202.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's start with the puppies. these are Komondors (livestock guard breed from Hungary and possibly Tibet). they get really long cords for fur when they grow up. kind of like dreads. if you ever saw the Looney Tunes cartoon where the sheep-looking dog &amp; the wolf clocked in &amp;amp; out for "work" (protecting and attacking the sheep, respectively)....well that was a Komondor. there was one in 101 Dalmations too I think. these guys are gonna get BIG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;first up is Archimedes (Argo) on the left/bottom. named after the Greek who discovered the principle of density/buoyancy while taking a bath &amp;amp; ran through the streets naked shouting "eureka". we got him first. then 2 weeks later we picked up one of his sisters, who we named Calliope (Greek muse of epic poetry). see the pic at the top/right. they are both about 9 weeks old. she's bigger than he is, longer snout, longer tail, longer legs, longer body. but he is definitely the cutest, being all rolly polly like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize they look identical in the pics, but you really can tell them apart when you see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13619188-112100966421865103?l=chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com/feeds/112100966421865103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13619188&amp;postID=112100966421865103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13619188/posts/default/112100966421865103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13619188/posts/default/112100966421865103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com/2005/07/mis-animales-puppies.html' title='mis animales - puppies!'/><author><name>faeriechild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16344297361517710524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oznWDFHKZn8/TZjTFXQxf_I/AAAAAAAAABc/xTpSt_qhaRs/s220/vermont2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13619188.post-112076094761563102</id><published>2005-07-07T12:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T13:29:07.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>slowest internet connection in the universe but i love my chickens</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:courier new;" &gt;i forgot that i had this thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:courier new;" &gt;but SSSSSSSSSSLLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW internet prevents me from really doing much anyhow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:courier new;" &gt;i wish they didn't poison everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:courier new;" &gt;i also wish people weren't so............blind. amongst other adjectives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:courier new;" &gt;chickens are really fun to watch in an open happy healthy environment. and they each have such unique personalities. it's a hoot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:courier new;" &gt;but i really despise what coporate farming etc does to chickens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:courier new;" &gt;two chickens the same age (3 months) and one is oh 5 times bigger than the other. guess which got the steroids, etc etc etc and which was growing naturally. i had rescued the giant hormone, vaccine ridden one......a true holocaust survivor......the fear in her eyes frightened me.....now she has giant tumors, will eat until she throws up if you don't monitor her carefully, and is a giant poop-machine......flies always gather around her giant abnormal defecations and not the other chickens &amp; animals......i wonder why???? OH!!!! and people eat these kind of chickens all the time. what do they eat? hormones, vaccines, disease, fear......you think this is a good thing to be consuming? if you want to eat flesh so bad why don't you raise the animal yourself, then go look it in the eyes while you slaughter it. then skin it yourself. prepare it yourself. if an animal (or a plant for that matter) is going to be giving up its life for you, you best respect it. but remember that the human digestive system is not designed for processing flesh....it's too long, so flesh actually ends up rotting and putrefying in your intestines, blocking them up, enlarging them, distending your belly, adding pounds &amp;amp; pounds of weight FOR YEARS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:courier new;" &gt;do some research.&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/13619188-112076094761563102?l=chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com/feeds/112076094761563102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13619188&amp;postID=112076094761563102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13619188/posts/default/112076094761563102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13619188/posts/default/112076094761563102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com/2005/07/slowest-internet-connection-in.html' title='slowest internet connection in the universe but i love my chickens'/><author><name>faeriechild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16344297361517710524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oznWDFHKZn8/TZjTFXQxf_I/AAAAAAAAABc/xTpSt_qhaRs/s220/vermont2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13619188.post-111860979963128914</id><published>2005-06-12T15:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T15:56:39.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>first words</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;isn't this a funny thing to have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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/13619188-111860979963128914?l=chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13619188/posts/default/111860979963128914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13619188/posts/default/111860979963128914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibifaeriechild.blogspot.com/2005/06/first-words.html' title='first words'/><author><name>faeriechild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16344297361517710524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oznWDFHKZn8/TZjTFXQxf_I/AAAAAAAAABc/xTpSt_qhaRs/s220/vermont2.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
