<?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-9796207</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:14:38.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Piggy's Lonely Heart Club Band</title><subtitle type='html'>Random mutterings and other stuff I'm not sure you want to hear...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoevilpenguin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9796207/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoevilpenguin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hansie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758318420621496928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/Hansiedagreat/Linux.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9796207.post-112127219541610610</id><published>2005-07-13T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T09:32:05.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah I know</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3986/729/1600/Its...%20its....jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3986/729/320/Its...%20its....jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3986/729/1600/AHHHHH!!!!!!%20Were%20being%20attacked!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3986/729/320/AHHHHH%21%21%21%21%21%21%20Were%20being%20attacked%21%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry this is kinda late.... These are pics from the&lt;br /&gt;4th. Theyre not too bad... I guess... The ones on the sides are ... I hope you already figured this one out......&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3986/729/1600/The%20golden%20Lake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3986/729/320/The%20golden%20Lake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3986/729/1600/Siloette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3986/729/320/Siloette.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a pic of Serena sitting down at the lake... maybe you can find her... So there you go... pics of the 4th... hope you like em. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9796207-112127219541610610?l=thenotsoevilpenguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoevilpenguin.blogspot.com/feeds/112127219541610610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9796207&amp;postID=112127219541610610' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9796207/posts/default/112127219541610610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9796207/posts/default/112127219541610610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoevilpenguin.blogspot.com/2005/07/yeah-i-know.html' title='Yeah I know'/><author><name>Hansie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758318420621496928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/Hansiedagreat/Linux.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9796207.post-111920465490852496</id><published>2005-06-19T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T11:10:54.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/146/3551/320/From%20the%20Top%20of%20St.%20Pauls.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/146/3551/320/From%20the%20Top%20of%20St.%20Pauls.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking down at a small square from the top of St. Paul's Cathedral&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9796207-111920465490852496?l=thenotsoevilpenguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoevilpenguin.blogspot.com/feeds/111920465490852496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9796207&amp;postID=111920465490852496' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9796207/posts/default/111920465490852496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9796207/posts/default/111920465490852496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoevilpenguin.blogspot.com/2005/06/looking-down-at-small-square-from-top.html' title=''/><author><name>Hansie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758318420621496928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/Hansiedagreat/Linux.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9796207.post-111920452631565306</id><published>2005-06-19T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T11:08:46.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/146/3551/320/The%20Tower%20Bridge.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/146/3551/320/The%20Tower%20Bridge.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tower Bridge&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9796207-111920452631565306?l=thenotsoevilpenguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoevilpenguin.blogspot.com/feeds/111920452631565306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9796207&amp;postID=111920452631565306' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9796207/posts/default/111920452631565306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9796207/posts/default/111920452631565306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoevilpenguin.blogspot.com/2005/06/tower-bridge.html' title=''/><author><name>Hansie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758318420621496928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/Hansiedagreat/Linux.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9796207.post-111920443158271535</id><published>2005-06-19T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T11:07:11.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/146/3551/320/Cambridge%20University.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/146/3551/320/Cambridge%20University.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More of Cambridge&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9796207-111920443158271535?l=thenotsoevilpenguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoevilpenguin.blogspot.com/feeds/111920443158271535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9796207&amp;postID=111920443158271535' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9796207/posts/default/111920443158271535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9796207/posts/default/111920443158271535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoevilpenguin.blogspot.com/2005/06/more-of-cambridge.html' title=''/><author><name>Hansie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758318420621496928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/Hansiedagreat/Linux.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9796207.post-111876998213217244</id><published>2005-06-14T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T10:26:23.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/146/3551/320/England%20Trip%20%2705%20%28Lena%29%20110.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/146/3551/320/England%20Trip%20%2705%20%28Lena%29%20110.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "Eye"... no of london... not of Sauron... taken from Buckingham Palace&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9796207-111876998213217244?l=thenotsoevilpenguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoevilpenguin.blogspot.com/feeds/111876998213217244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9796207&amp;postID=111876998213217244' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9796207/posts/default/111876998213217244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9796207/posts/default/111876998213217244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoevilpenguin.blogspot.com/2005/06/eye.html' title=''/><author><name>Hansie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758318420621496928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/Hansiedagreat/Linux.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9796207.post-111863548389430234</id><published>2005-06-12T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T21:04:43.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/146/3551/320/England%20Trip%20%2705%20%28Lena%29%20023.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/146/3551/320/England%20Trip%20%2705%20%28Lena%29%20023.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Durham Cathedral&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9796207-111863548389430234?l=thenotsoevilpenguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoevilpenguin.blogspot.com/feeds/111863548389430234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9796207&amp;postID=111863548389430234' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9796207/posts/default/111863548389430234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9796207/posts/default/111863548389430234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoevilpenguin.blogspot.com/2005/06/durham-cathedral.html' title=''/><author><name>Hansie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758318420621496928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/Hansiedagreat/Linux.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9796207.post-111863522423259831</id><published>2005-06-12T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T21:00:24.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/146/3551/320/England%20Trip%20%2705%20%28Lena%29%20095.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/146/3551/320/England%20Trip%20%2705%20%28Lena%29%20095.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cambridge University&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9796207-111863522423259831?l=thenotsoevilpenguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoevilpenguin.blogspot.com/feeds/111863522423259831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9796207&amp;postID=111863522423259831' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9796207/posts/default/111863522423259831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9796207/posts/default/111863522423259831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoevilpenguin.blogspot.com/2005/06/cambridge-university.html' title=''/><author><name>Hansie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758318420621496928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/Hansiedagreat/Linux.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9796207.post-111863503212109906</id><published>2005-06-12T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T20:57:12.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/146/3551/320/England%20Trip%20%2705%20%28Lena%29%20058.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/146/3551/320/England%20Trip%20%2705%20%28Lena%29%20058.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindisfarne "Holy Island"&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9796207-111863503212109906?l=thenotsoevilpenguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoevilpenguin.blogspot.com/feeds/111863503212109906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9796207&amp;postID=111863503212109906' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9796207/posts/default/111863503212109906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9796207/posts/default/111863503212109906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoevilpenguin.blogspot.com/2005/06/lindisfarne-holy-island.html' title=''/><author><name>Hansie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758318420621496928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/Hansiedagreat/Linux.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9796207.post-111863487293550733</id><published>2005-06-12T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T20:54:32.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/146/3551/320/England%20Trip%20%2705%20%28Lena%29%20017.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/146/3551/320/England%20Trip%20%2705%20%28Lena%29%20017.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hampton Court: One of the residences of Henry VIII (the dude who kept killing his wives)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9796207-111863487293550733?l=thenotsoevilpenguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoevilpenguin.blogspot.com/feeds/111863487293550733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9796207&amp;postID=111863487293550733' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9796207/posts/default/111863487293550733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9796207/posts/default/111863487293550733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoevilpenguin.blogspot.com/2005/06/hampton-court-one-of-residences-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Hansie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758318420621496928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/Hansiedagreat/Linux.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9796207.post-111863550562562880</id><published>2005-06-12T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T21:05:05.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess who's back... back again....</title><content type='html'>She returns from England... with cool pics. Check em out and Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9796207-111863550562562880?l=thenotsoevilpenguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoevilpenguin.blogspot.com/feeds/111863550562562880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9796207&amp;postID=111863550562562880' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9796207/posts/default/111863550562562880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9796207/posts/default/111863550562562880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoevilpenguin.blogspot.com/2005/06/guess-whos-back-back-again.html' title='Guess who&apos;s back... back again....'/><author><name>Hansie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758318420621496928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/Hansiedagreat/Linux.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9796207.post-111681685157384515</id><published>2005-05-22T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T19:54:11.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes.... I am still alive</title><content type='html'>Yes... I am back. My life has been a bit hecktic lately, with the play and all that. Well the play is over... and went over with great success. Everyone said I was a natural and that I should consider becoming an actress. But you never know... lightning might strike. Anywho, here's a story that I had to write for English... and I heard request that you people (or some of you) wanted to read it. So here it is. Second Chances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young man sat behind his desk with blank eyes, staring out into the distance. “Jack.” said a voice from behind him “Jack! Are you alright?”&lt;br /&gt;            “Oh… yes… I….ummm…. yes I’m fine. I just had a hard day. That’s all.”&lt;br /&gt;            “Alright. Well, take care. And have a nice evening.” The man walked off leaving Mr. Peterson alone in the building. He let out a long sigh and started packing up his things. As he left the office and was walking home he thought of all the things that he had done wrong that day. “What a fool you’ve been today, Jack. First, you made bad excuses for coming in late and then, getting yourself into more trouble by giving more a lame excuse for not doing your job well. Maybe Mr. Howard is right… maybe he should just fire me and get it over with. But then what would I tell Lilly if I lost my job?” As these thoughts went through his head he passed by a small bar and decided to go in. He went in feeling a bit uncomfortable, because he and his new wife had just moved into town and they were still settling in to society, but as soon as he sat down with a Guinness he started to feel better. He became more comfortable and started talking to the men around him. He lost track of time and before he knew, Big Ben was striking eight o’clock. He jumped and quickly started gathering his things. A man appeared behind him and urged him to stay and have another beer saying, “Hey there shonny whatsh the big hurry?” *hic* this man had obviously had too many beers, because the words were hardly away from his lips when he fell to the floor with a thud.  Jack hurried out of the bar and started walking quickly home. As he got home he tried slipping through the front door without his wife noticing. Luck, however, did not seem to favor this man. “You weren’t home when you said you would be.” said his wife from the bottom of the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, good evening my dear. Im sorry I’ve kept you waiting. I had… some work that I needed to finish for tomorrow. I hope you didn’t wait for me for supper. ”&lt;br /&gt;“I did actually.”&lt;br /&gt;“Oh darling you didn’t have to do that. Why don’t you go ahead and have supper. I have some work that I need to attend to.”&lt;br /&gt;“But Jack-” But her words did not reach him as he was already half way up the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;Jack went straight into his room and slammed the door shut. He let out a sigh of relief that he had escaped the wrath of his wife for returning late. Even though he knew that she hardly ever got angry with him.&lt;br /&gt;            The next morning Jack got up bright and early with the intention of being at work on time or even a bit early this morning. He quickly got dressed and went down stairs. His breakfast was already prepared and his wife had not gotten up yet so he was sure to get out of the house on time. His plans could not have been more perfect, except that they were about to be crushed by one thing, a quite unexpected visit. A soon as he got settled in his chair at the table for breakfast, the door bell rang.  As the maid passed him to go answer the door, he whispered to her “if it’s for me, please tell them that I am not home.” The maid simply answered “Yes, sir.” and walked off to answer the door.  He sat as quiet as possible and listened to see who it was. “I’m terrible sorry, sir” said the maid “but Mr. Peterson is not at home.”&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t believe he could have left this early for work” said the voice of the stranger “I will just come in and wait in the parlor while you go find him.” The maid curtsied and left the man alone in the parlor. Jack recognized the voice and buried his head in his hands in frustration. He whimpered to himself “He had to come and visit today, today of all days.” He got up and walked out in to the parlor. “Good morning, Father. How nice of you to drop by this morning. I would love to sit and chat but as you see I’m already going to be late for work.”&lt;br /&gt;“Sit down, son, you will not be late.” said the man in a strong and ordering voice. He obeyed his father and sat quietly in the chair that was closest to him. He let out a sigh and wondered why he even got up today. He knew this was not going to be the sort of day he planned it to be, and this visit was about to make his day the worst. He knew when his father came to visit he could talk for hours on the same subject and the best thing for him to do was just sit and look as is he was listening. Jack was right; it was half past noon when he finally was able to leave for work.  He got there and, as he expected, he got another long talk from his boss, Mr. Howard, about being late, in which he was also not able to get a word in edgewise, so he simple sat a listened and it was not for another couple of hours before he was really able to start his work. He sat down at his desk and started working as fast as he could to get in all of the hours that he missed. Meanwhile, every fifteen minuets, it seemed, some one would some in and give him some new project that would have to be done tomorrow. He worked steadily until five o’clock when everybody was leaving. Then he simply sat and watched as each of the other workers cleaned their desks of every scrap of paper and every stray pen that was lying on them. He sat there with his fingers on the type writer and his eyes staring off into space. He looked at the huge stack of papers that had to be done by tomorrow. “They only have to get typed up for tomorrow. It’s really not that much.” he thought. He went back to work and the pile slowly shrunk, but the time went on, and when the pile had finally disappeared he gave a big sigh of relief that tomorrow would be a better day and that he would get he on time and into get in trouble. He packed up his things and glanced at the clock. “Drat! I didn’t realize that it was this late. My day is not over yet. I’m going to get home and have to suffer the wrath of my wife.” It was as if he was terrified that his wife would be so angry with him that he was afraid to go home. It was not until midnight when he finally decided that he really must be going. He ran home and slipped into the house unnoticed. He got into his room and gave a chuckle for his slyness. He chuckled at himself for not getting in trouble with his wife. He collapsed into his bed and fell fast asleep.&lt;br /&gt;            When he awoke there was a hard pounding on his bedroom door. “Excuse me, sir.” said the voice of his butler. “But your wife wishes to have a word with you and was wondering if you were awake yet.”&lt;br /&gt;“Alright.” He mumbled “I will be down right away.” He hurried down stairs to see what it was his wife wanted. “Good morning, my dear.” she said cheerfully. “How was work yesterday?”&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, just fine. I am sorry that I stayed away so late last night. I had some extra work that needed to get finished.”  He grabbed his coat and started to leave.&lt;br /&gt;“You will be home in time for dinner won’t you?”&lt;br /&gt; “I will try very hard to come home in time this evening.” He kissed her cheek and walked off for work. For once in the past three weeks he was on time for work. He stepped into work with a smile and was rather pleased with himself that he was on time and that he had got all of the work that needed to be done, done. But it was too good to be true. “Would you step into my office please?” said Mr. Howard, his boss, as Jack came into work. Jack stepped in looking quite chipper but about a half an hour later he stepped out looking like a ghost. “He did it.” he said to himself. “He finally fired me.” He walked of the shop somewhat confused. “Writing stories for the newspaper is the only thing I’m good at and obviously I’m not that good.” He walked solemnly down the street. He got to the bar and stopped. “I need a drink.” he said to himself. He walked in and sat down. “What can I get you?” said the bartender.&lt;br /&gt;“Guinness.” Jack said.&lt;br /&gt;“Hey buddy, are you alright?” said the bartender. “You don’t look so good.”&lt;br /&gt;“I’m just dandy, thanks.” The man next to him said “You don’t look just dandy. Why don’t you tell me what’s wrong.” Jack then related to him that he had just got fired and that he didn’t know how to tell Lilly about all this. When he had finished, the man said “Oh well, if I had known it was one of these kind of stories, then I wouldna had you bother telling me everythin. I’m no good at helpin people with these sorts o’ situations. But what is it they always say? Something bout if she doesn’t care… no wait. Aha! If she really loves you then she won’t really care. Just tell her as gently as possible.” Jack gave a chuckle, doubting the truth of the statement. Lilly seemed to be in the class of women that would only marry men because they were handsome, or had loads of money, or simply because their father wanted it. When he came home one evening a couple of weeks later, he proved his theory.&lt;br /&gt; “YOU WHAT! You lost your job? My dear, how could this happen?”&lt;br /&gt;“I’m sorry I’ve let you down, but I honestly thought that the job was going well, but I guess that Mr. Howard did not agree.”&lt;br /&gt;“I’m sorry too. But tell me, how long has it been since you lost your job?” There was an awkward silence in the room. “Jack?”&lt;br /&gt;“Two weeks.” he said in almost a whisper. Lilly swooned and fell backwards onto the couch. Breathless, she managed to get a few words out to scold him as he poured her a drink. “How… how could you lie to me like that?” He stood there silently, waiting for her to say something, like a boy waiting for his mother to get the paddle. “All those days that Mrs. Johnson called to tell me that she saw you at the bar. All those days…. You really were at the bar… weren’t you? Those days you would leave me in the morning as if you were going to work, you were really just going to the bar to have a drink.”&lt;br /&gt;“Not all the days.” Jack admitted “Most of the time I was trying to find another job.” She stared at him in disbelief. He tried to explain more but she cut him off. “No Jack… I don’t want to hear it. You’ve lied to me enough. Just go away and leave me alone.” She walked quickly out of the room, with her head down in sorrow and contemplation. James sat down and buried his head in his hands. He didn’t know what to do; the only thing that he could think of at the moment was to go for a walk and try to relax by smoking his pipe. He went down the street thinking of how that conversation could have gone better. He walked calmly through the park for a long time and the found a bench and sat down. A man came and sat down next to him and said. “So how did it go?”&lt;br /&gt;“How did what go?” he said staring out into nothingness.  He looked up and saw the man who had given him the advice to tell Lilly about the job only a few weeks earlier. “Oh… that.” he said “Awful, she absolutely hates me now.”&lt;br /&gt;“How do you know? Did you ask her?”&lt;br /&gt;“No. But I can just tell.”&lt;br /&gt;“Oh you can just tell can ya? Well for that matter, why did you even bother tellin her ‘bout the job in the first place, if you knew what she was goin to say?”  Jack was silent. “If I may be so bold as to give you some more advice. I would say that you should get your buttocks back home before she really starts to hate you and leaves you for good.”&lt;br /&gt;“No, you may not be so bold. The last piece of advice you gave me wasn’t really that useful and it turned out in quite a mess.”&lt;br /&gt;“My apologies young master, I see that this has turned into quite a mess and I was only trying to help clean it up.” The man walked off and nothing more was said. Jack let out a sigh of agitation and stood up as if intending to leave , but sat back down again to think things through more clearly. This was a thing that he obviously did not do enough of and it finally occurred to him that this might be the start of some of his problems. He sat at there in the park into the wee hours of the morning. When he did finally decide to go home, he walked silently, completely lost in his thoughts. “How could you have been such a fool?” was the question that ran around and around in his head, beating at his brains. When he got home his head was in such a whirl that he could hardly get up the stairs. He got to the top and met Lilly, but did not acknowledge her presence. “Jack?” she said “Are you alright? You look terrible.”&lt;br /&gt;“I’m fine.” he said in a whisper like he had just heard a voice in his head and was afraid to answer it. Lilly stood there and watched him pass, quite offended that he did not even seem to see her. In her eyes she appeared to him simply a voice in his head, a shadow in his way, a vague ghost that didn’t really matter to him. She watched him pass into his room and then she ran to her room with tears streaming down her face. While Jack laid on his bed, as if he had no life left in him, Lilly was furiously packing her belongings. Jack slowly drifted into a deep sleep, a sleep that had not blessed him for some time.  When he awoke, he went directly to Lilly’s room. He quietly knocked on her door and called her name. “Lilly, Lilly, Are you there? Are you awake?” There was no answer. He slowly pushed the door open. Her room looked as if no one had lived there in years. He stood in the middle of the room, not shocked but simply curious. He calmly went down stairs and called for May, the house maid. “May,” he said as she entered the room. “do you know where Mrs. Peterson has gone?”&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, sir. She told me that if you cared to know, she would be at her cousins, in Cambridge.”&lt;br /&gt;“At Cambridge you say? Thank you May, that will be all.”  He walked quickly up stairs to think things over. “‘If I cared to know….’ She obviously doesn’t want me.” he thought. “What am I going to do?”  An idea struck him like lightening. He quickly went up and changed his clothes and then went back down stairs. He went straight to the newspaper office, where he had sat in a desk only a month before. He marched right into Mr. Howard’s office and demanded that he see Mr. Howard straight away. The secretary showed him into the office, where Mr. Howard was sitting in his large chair, comfortably reading the paper that was fresh off the press. “Mr. Howard” he said.&lt;br /&gt;“Why hello Jack, but whatever it is you want, my answer is no.”&lt;br /&gt;“Please sir, but couldn’t you just give me a second chance?”&lt;br /&gt;“No, Jack, I’m sorry but my answer is no.”&lt;br /&gt;“Please, sir I’ve lost everything. I have nothing left.” he said with tears almost coming to his eyes. Then he straightened up and said almost like he was accusing his former boss, “You’ve given so many of the others second chances; couldn’t you give me one too?” Leaving Mr. Howard completely speechless, he calmly left the office. He headed straight for the train station. He got there just in time. A train going to Cambridge was coming into the station just as he arrived. The trip was a rather long and tedious one, as the train had to make many stops. The next morning the train arrived at the station in Cambridge, bright and early. When he got there he realized that he had no idea where Lilly was or where her cousin lived. He thought, if he had to wander around Cambridge; he might as well start as soon as possible, but not without some breakfast. He had not eaten anything for days it seemed. He went into the closest restaurant and sat down at the bar, ordered a light lunch and then was soon swallowed up in his thoughts. His head started to swirl so much that he could not concentrate on anything and had to force himself to think about the present and eating his lunch. All was quiet all of a sudden. Jack slowly turned around to look at why everything was so quiet. As he turned he saw that it was only the quietness of content people eating. But he also saw something that he had been wishing to see for quite sometime. He got up and walked over to two ladies who had just entered. He stopped in the middle of the floor because he heard a voice calling to him to stop. “Wait, Jack” it said “everything you have done wrong lately was because you rushed into something too fast.” He walked back to his spot and waited for the ladies to be seated. He then got up and walked over to their table, and greeted them with a cheery smile. “Hello Lilly how are you today? Would you be so kind as to introduce me to your friend?” he asked.&lt;br /&gt;“Hello, Jack. This is my cousin, Miss Smith.” She then got up and said, “Will you please excuse me, Jane, for a moment?” She walked quickly out of the restaurant. Jack quickly followed her. “What are you doing here, Jack?” she said as soon as they got outside.&lt;br /&gt;“After you left, I realized how foolish I had been, and I came to ask your forgiveness. Even if I can’t get your love again, I thought I might at least get your friendship back.” Lilly stood there staring at him not quite sure what to make of it. “I forgive you Jack, but I’m not exactly sure why I’m forgiving you. You treated me like I didn’t matter to you.”&lt;br /&gt;“Lilly, you do matter to me. I’ve tried to do so much for you, but you just seemed to be the mistress of the house and that you were only there because you were forced to be there. I’ve tried to make you happy, I really have.”&lt;br /&gt;“Jack, you don’t have to try anymore. This isn’t going to work. I think that friends is the closest that we will get.”&lt;br /&gt;“Please Lilly, give us a second chance. I need you more then ever.” But she would not listen. She walked back in to the restaurant and completely ignored him. Jack walked down the street, not knowing where he was going, just walking, trying to figure things out. After a long walk through the parks he came to the conclusion that the only thing that he could do was go home and try to start over. The next morning he caught the first train back to London. When he arrived home, there was a man waiting for him in the parlor. It was Mr. Howard. “Hello, Mr. Howard. What can I do for you?”&lt;br /&gt;“You can simply accept my apology and come back and work for me in the office.”&lt;br /&gt;“Oh sir- ”&lt;br /&gt;“After you left the other afternoon, you left me feeling quite guilty. I realized that I had been rather selfish in giving the others second chances, but not you. I am sorry, and wish that you would come back and work in the shop.”&lt;br /&gt;“Thank you sir very much. I would be honored to come back. I will be there first thing in the morning.” Mr. Howard left, and Jack went back into the parlor to have a small drink.&lt;br /&gt;He sat down with his drink and watched the people out the window live out their lives. As he sat there lost in complete comfort, there was a nock at the door. A few seconds later a figure appeared in the door way. He looked up and as if seeing a ghost, stood there staring at this enchanting figure. “Lilly…” he said in a fearful whisper.&lt;br /&gt;“Jack, I never realized it until now, but I love you, whether you have a job or not. I will always love you. I am the one who needs a second chance. Forgive me, Jack.”&lt;br /&gt;“I love you, Lilly. Everyone needs a second chance sometime.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... there you are. I know... it has a cheesy ending. Well... Im off... off to England. Cherrio. See y'all in a couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;~Penguin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9796207-111681685157384515?l=thenotsoevilpenguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoevilpenguin.blogspot.com/feeds/111681685157384515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9796207&amp;postID=111681685157384515' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9796207/posts/default/111681685157384515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9796207/posts/default/111681685157384515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoevilpenguin.blogspot.com/2005/05/yes-i-am-still-alive.html' title='Yes.... I am still alive'/><author><name>Hansie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758318420621496928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/Hansiedagreat/Linux.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9796207.post-111421337369696898</id><published>2005-04-22T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T16:42:53.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel like a rag doll... always being told what to do....</title><content type='html'>So apperently I have an extreamly boring life and you guys get tired of reading my posts after the first couple of times. Thats ok would I too. I agree that I have a boring life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was told to put up a new post and that it didnt matter what I said just so long as I put something up. And according to this person, I could tell her (or him) that they are really big jerks and if they dont like reading what I have to say, then they can... I dunno... use your imagination, and they wouldnt care. Just so long as I put up a new post. Why do they tell me to write something and then not care what I have to say? I could talk about the war or feminism or gay marriages and would you guys really care? Would you really listen to me or do you just read my blog for the sake of reading words and not what I really have to say? So just sit tight if you want to hear something worth hearing or you can keep complaining to me about not putting a new post up every day and I will keep waiting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9796207-111421337369696898?l=thenotsoevilpenguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoevilpenguin.blogspot.com/feeds/111421337369696898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9796207&amp;postID=111421337369696898' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9796207/posts/default/111421337369696898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9796207/posts/default/111421337369696898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoevilpenguin.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-feel-like-rag-doll-always-being-told.html' title='I feel like a rag doll... always being told what to do....'/><author><name>Hansie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758318420621496928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/Hansiedagreat/Linux.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9796207.post-111265145526511076</id><published>2005-04-04T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T14:50:55.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im back...</title><content type='html'>You didnt miss me did you? Didnt think so. Well I hope that everyone's break went well. My was... kinda boring... I didnt really do anything. I  stayed home and helped my mom get ready for the big easter breakfast thing. On Easter we went to the Kreokers and hung out with some friends. Which was fun. It was raining out side so we had a Easter egg hunt inside. And all us bigger people as we are called, got to hide the eggs for the little guys. We had soo many eggs that we were pretty much spreading them on the floor for them. It was kinda pathetic. Then we went back to school.... and that wasnt so fun... but it was only a three day school week so that was alright. And as you know, April fools was on friday, so we missed it at school. Except i understand that it has been transfered to today. But I missed it because I stayed home today cause some one was very nice to me and decided to gift me with this wonder full cold. Its not like I've  had it five times already.  Blah... I dont like it... it does what a hoover does. So anyway.... Im ganna go try to get rid of this nasty cold.... or I will.... I dunno.... kill the person who gave it to me or kill myself.  And I will get back to you sooner next time... :) maybe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9796207-111265145526511076?l=thenotsoevilpenguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoevilpenguin.blogspot.com/feeds/111265145526511076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9796207&amp;postID=111265145526511076' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9796207/posts/default/111265145526511076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9796207/posts/default/111265145526511076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoevilpenguin.blogspot.com/2005/04/im-back.html' title='Im back...'/><author><name>Hansie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758318420621496928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/Hansiedagreat/Linux.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9796207.post-111110687266255651</id><published>2005-03-17T16:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T16:47:52.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so happy!!</title><content type='html'>Finals are over!! YAY! almost done with the year!!! just one term left! I think i did pretty well on all... well most of them... i think I might have got maybe an A- B+ average... which is pretty normal... i dunno though... English was kinda tough. We got this simple looking story but it turned out to be kinda tough... and then we got about half an hour to write an essay on it... and that wasnt very nice... but oh well... its over now... and my brain has been sucked through a straw and put on a piece of paper... so im ganna go now.&lt;br /&gt;Hansie&lt;br /&gt; P.S. be happpy oh thou who have longed for a new post to be put up.... im sorry i dont have an interesting enough life for you people...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9796207-111110687266255651?l=thenotsoevilpenguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoevilpenguin.blogspot.com/feeds/111110687266255651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9796207&amp;postID=111110687266255651' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9796207/posts/default/111110687266255651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9796207/posts/default/111110687266255651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoevilpenguin.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-am-so-happy.html' title='I am so happy!!'/><author><name>Hansie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758318420621496928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/Hansiedagreat/Linux.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9796207.post-111008073551751276</id><published>2005-03-05T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T17:19:45.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause the hapiest day of my life, is the day that I die!</title><content type='html'>So... yesterday... no... Friday, Joe and I (and the other highschoolers and middle schoolers) went to the school and built rockets from about 8:30 till 11:30. Which was fun...they weren't big rockets or anything... just tiny lil guys. After most of us had put our rockets together we were made to watch this old, old, old disney call "Donald Duck in mathemagic land" or something like that. It was rather interesting. I think the peopl who wrote it need to go back to first grade and learn how to subtract... but whatever.  After that we went and did some shoping in chester. WOOHOO! oh yeah! chester is soo exciting... Then we had lunch at SubWay. Which was good... the ladies were kinda crabby and they were yellin at everyone... which was... not cool.  Then we went home and sat around for a couple hours... well like one... but it felt like a couple. Then I went to Pop's house and we played basketball and watched movies. We say Benny and Joon (very good movie... I like it...) and Napolean Dynamite. Everyone said that it was exactally like Highschool only nerdyier. They also thought it was the stupidest, most disconected movie ever. which it is... but its funny :D Oh and in the mean time Mandy got sick and went home... which was not cool. Then we started the Matrix and we got about 15 min into it and we were told to go to bed. That was not cool... so we stayed in bed and talked for about an hour and then went to sleep. In the morning we had waffels and got tatoos... but mine didnt stay which wasnt cool either... So mixed in with the cool there was an equal amount of the uncool.  But over all it was fun.  But right now I could kill someone or myself or something... im kinda frusterated right now so im leaving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9796207-111008073551751276?l=thenotsoevilpenguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoevilpenguin.blogspot.com/feeds/111008073551751276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9796207&amp;postID=111008073551751276' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9796207/posts/default/111008073551751276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9796207/posts/default/111008073551751276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoevilpenguin.blogspot.com/2005/03/cause-hapiest-day-of-my-life-is-day.html' title='Cause the hapiest day of my life, is the day that I die!'/><author><name>Hansie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758318420621496928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/Hansiedagreat/Linux.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9796207.post-110947312978192486</id><published>2005-02-26T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T18:58:49.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain is GOOD!!!</title><content type='html'>OW! oh im in pain! In Agony!! ok i dont hurt that bad... but knee does hurt somewhat and it is very hard to ype when you have to keep your wrist in a... thingy... whatever you call it... not a cast though... it's not that bad. Anywho... went to Shasta yesterday... that was pretty fun... woulda been funner if I actually knew how to snowboard.... oh well... you gotta start somewhere right? So i am very sore today... thats the only really unfun part... well no thats not true. I had to spend the last half of the trip in the car because i hurt my knee so bad. I took so many falls durring my first run that I twisted it really bad... the i tried to go on the rope tow and that didnt work.. because when it was time to go, I was ready but my board wasnt so I fell and twisted my knee even more...that was not fun. But pain lets us know were alive right? So about 3:30 we left  and found dinner in Burney. We went to a Round Table which was right next to a Curves, which we thought was kinda interesing... and we celebrated Sarah's birtday and had cake and stuff. That was fun... we had fun teasing her. most of the time she wouldnt hear us though... but then other times we would teas her so bad she would start laughin so bad that she would almost start crying. And then we started our crazy drive home... Mr memory has got to be the craziest dirver ever...  he goes very fast...yeah.. you should drive with him sometime. Anyway... it looks like some ones been down here with the ugly stick so I... better... go do something... later&lt;br /&gt; ~Penguin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9796207-110947312978192486?l=thenotsoevilpenguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoevilpenguin.blogspot.com/feeds/110947312978192486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9796207&amp;postID=110947312978192486' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9796207/posts/default/110947312978192486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9796207/posts/default/110947312978192486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoevilpenguin.blogspot.com/2005/02/pain-is-good.html' title='Pain is GOOD!!!'/><author><name>Hansie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758318420621496928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/Hansiedagreat/Linux.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9796207.post-110833964864954724</id><published>2005-02-13T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T16:07:28.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Magical Mystery.... Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The magical mystery dinner is waiting to take you away... Waiting to take you away... Whether you like it or not. That is such as wierd song... I dont even know why i brought that up... Oh yes... now I remember. last night, was last night... I had a headache last night... it was not very fun. but the mystery dinner was. So we went to this Mystery Dinner at youth, and it was kinda interesting. It was this dinner with four courses and four items in each course. Your utensils being one of the four items in each course, So if you get your fork in the first course you dont get it for the rest of the meal. The thing is everything was in code so you had no idea what the heck you were ordering. So some of us got stuck eating spaggetti with a tooth pick or just your plain finergs. It was pretty fun. They laid these big pieces of butcher paper on the table and put crayons and pincils on the table so you could draw inbetween the courses. That was fun... you kinda felt like a little kid waiting for you dinner at a resturant. Then I came home and decided to get a headache.... that was the unfun part of the evening... but other then that it was fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then this morning after church we had a big parish meeting, with lost of good food and stuff. I got stuck... well not really stuck i kinda... well not kinda... I volonteered, to watch the little kids...in which Joe was supposed to help me... and a lot of help he was. yeah he deserted me and went upstairs with the adults. Anywho... I had to watch the kids, which included activities as such as, jumping on the trampiline, getting attacked and other stuff like that. Then I came home, and charris called wanting to talk... so now Im really tired andhave to go do stuff... so I will leave you now. ttfn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;~Penguin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9796207-110833964864954724?l=thenotsoevilpenguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoevilpenguin.blogspot.com/feeds/110833964864954724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9796207&amp;postID=110833964864954724' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9796207/posts/default/110833964864954724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9796207/posts/default/110833964864954724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoevilpenguin.blogspot.com/2005/02/magical-mystery-dinner.html' title='The Magical Mystery.... Dinner'/><author><name>Hansie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758318420621496928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/Hansiedagreat/Linux.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9796207.post-110808420109985451</id><published>2005-02-10T16:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T17:10:01.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmaann...</title><content type='html'>Woah.... mmaann... im behind. So last Friday... was a long time ago... anywho. Last Friday we went to a basket ball game. In which Mandy and Ashes wanted to go down and teacht the girls how to pass anb the boys how to... how to do something else... i dont remeber. but in short, the girls lost and the boys won... barely. (we were playing agianst Plumas Christian, by the way).  saturday I went to Reno with some frieds and saw a movie and went to the mall. We saw Phantom of the Opera. It was.... interesting.  I'm not sure I really liked the music that much, the acting was ok, so over all it was an ok film. Im sure I woulda liked it better if it wasnt a musical, but thats kinda  the whole movie... it that its a musical. Then after we saw the movie we went to the mall for a while and hung out there. And then we went home... in which on the ride we were all a little tired and getting kinda wired. But it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday we had the Davidsons over for dinner. Which was fun. They told us lots of fun stories about thier acting experiances and Mr. Davidson's three phobias.... large spiders, chainsaws and  dwarfs dressed up as mummies.&lt;br /&gt;Then after and exciting evening with the Davidsons, we started the exciting week of midterms... yay and whoopee.... (you did get the sarcasim right?). That went well.... I guess... the only... well I suppose not the only.... but one, I should say, good thing about it is it marked the half-way point for the year which was cool. And so here we are today... thursday afternoon and im doing nothing.... ok technically im doing something but nothing very productive. We watched a slide show of the schools last trip to England. That was pretty neat. Everyone is pretty excited that we might go this summer... year.... Im not sure when were goin. Well, almost everyone. But yeah. Anywho... I got to go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ The one and only Hansie da Great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9796207-110808420109985451?l=thenotsoevilpenguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoevilpenguin.blogspot.com/feeds/110808420109985451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9796207&amp;postID=110808420109985451' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9796207/posts/default/110808420109985451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9796207/posts/default/110808420109985451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoevilpenguin.blogspot.com/2005/02/mmaann.html' title='Mmaann...'/><author><name>Hansie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758318420621496928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/Hansiedagreat/Linux.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9796207.post-110662106349060257</id><published>2005-01-24T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T18:44:23.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Such is life....</title><content type='html'>Hello peoples...&lt;br /&gt;Last time I was here it was the big- ish snowball fight w/ jeff and mandy.  Lots has happened since then... but I don't remember  half of it so we will just skip to  saturday.&lt;br /&gt;Sat I went to chico with ashes and Poptart and clarisa and went shoppin at the mall and other places. Pop and I got some pretty neato argile sox at old navy. Then at Hot topic me and ashes got some pretty cool bracelet thingys... which mandy says shes ganna steel... but I say tough beans. Then after we went to hot topic, we went to spencers... that was an interesting experiance... there was a guy there who was mental or something.... he had to tell us all about how slap bracelets were back and these mini pocket knifes... we told him that slap bracelets wern't really back in and he told us that "if spencers has it then its back in!" he was kinda intersting.... After we went to spencers we went and got lunch at Tacos Cortez... which took FOREVER to get our food... there wasn't even anyone there so I don't see why it took soo frickin long. Whatever...&lt;br /&gt;After we hasd lunch/dinner.... we went back home and spent about 20 min just sitting around watching strongbad emails.. which was pretty fun... then at 6 we went over to steve's house and hung out there because Sam had come up so everyone wanted to see him and so we watched movies and stuff till bout 9. &lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday I decided to get a nasty cold... which inhales... lots... No fun. Actually I got to stayhome from school today which was pretty nice.... but I still don't like being sick. Anywho... since Im not feelin to hott.... im ganna go lay down and try to get better.&lt;br /&gt;~Penguin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9796207-110662106349060257?l=thenotsoevilpenguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoevilpenguin.blogspot.com/feeds/110662106349060257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9796207&amp;postID=110662106349060257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9796207/posts/default/110662106349060257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9796207/posts/default/110662106349060257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoevilpenguin.blogspot.com/2005/01/such-is-life.html' title='Such is life....'/><author><name>Hansie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758318420621496928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/Hansiedagreat/Linux.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9796207.post-110523667014916828</id><published>2005-01-08T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T18:11:10.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoa it been a while</title><content type='html'>hello everybody.... how are.. ok yeah im not ganna go there.... so lets see... right now its snowing... not very hard. but its very dark and cloudy oustide and it looks like we will be getting lost more today. We have about 2 feet on the ground outside and in a little i get to go shovel lots of it. yay... (you did get the sarcasim didn't you?). Ok.  Right now I am soaked and freezing. Mandy and Jeff just came by and we decided to have a snowball fight. So ok... we are all dressed up in relatively warm clothes and stuff... and Jeff comes over in a short sleeved shirt.  And so we start throwing snowballs at eachother and about fifteen min. into it... he says 'now i feel like the idiot in the short sleeved shirt." Then a little later he starts playing with his arm and he says ' Oh look I can't feel my arm!'. Then after that they decided to go home.... and Joe and I decide to come in. And now I think im goin to get warm.&lt;br /&gt;~Penguin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9796207-110523667014916828?l=thenotsoevilpenguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoevilpenguin.blogspot.com/feeds/110523667014916828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9796207&amp;postID=110523667014916828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9796207/posts/default/110523667014916828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9796207/posts/default/110523667014916828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoevilpenguin.blogspot.com/2005/01/whoa-it-been-while.html' title='Whoa it been a while'/><author><name>Hansie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758318420621496928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/Hansiedagreat/Linux.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9796207.post-110460069055958022</id><published>2005-01-01T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T09:31:30.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year !!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HappyNew Year everyone!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hope you all had a fun time and didn't get drunk or nothing&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/9796207-110460069055958022?l=thenotsoevilpenguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoevilpenguin.blogspot.com/feeds/110460069055958022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9796207&amp;postID=110460069055958022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9796207/posts/default/110460069055958022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9796207/posts/default/110460069055958022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoevilpenguin.blogspot.com/2005/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year !!!!!!'/><author><name>Hansie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758318420621496928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/Hansiedagreat/Linux.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9796207.post-110419122825152264</id><published>2004-12-27T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T17:53:35.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings Earthlings</title><content type='html'>Greetings blog (and bloggers)! How are you all today? I am fine thank you very much. Lets see... yesterday was a pretty boring day. It consisted mostly of sitting around and sitting around. Today was pretty much the same way. Saturday as you all know was xmas. lets see i had to be woken up around 8:30 which was not so nice but then we moved right on to presents and stuff so that was ok. After presents we had breakfast which mostly consisted of what we could find because we were rushing so we weren't late for church. After church we went to colins house wich was fun. We sat around and played video games for most of the time. Then when we came home we watched a movie and that was my day.... compared to my other xmases it was pretty boring. But alas I must leave for now.... so keep sending me your questions and i will continue to make fun of you... (no joke)&lt;br /&gt;Signing off~ The not so evil Penguin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9796207-110419122825152264?l=thenotsoevilpenguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoevilpenguin.blogspot.com/feeds/110419122825152264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9796207&amp;postID=110419122825152264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9796207/posts/default/110419122825152264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9796207/posts/default/110419122825152264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoevilpenguin.blogspot.com/2004/12/greetings-earthlings.html' title='Greetings Earthlings'/><author><name>Hansie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758318420621496928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/Hansiedagreat/Linux.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9796207.post-110410859999601853</id><published>2004-12-26T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T16:01:32.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;testing testing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1-2-3 what is this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9796207-110410859999601853?l=thenotsoevilpenguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoevilpenguin.blogspot.com/feeds/110410859999601853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9796207&amp;postID=110410859999601853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9796207/posts/default/110410859999601853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9796207/posts/default/110410859999601853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoevilpenguin.blogspot.com/2004/12/testing.html' title='Testing'/><author><name>Hansie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758318420621496928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/Hansiedagreat/Linux.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
