<?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-2011528</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:07:34.734-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Sarcasm Reigns Supreme!</title><subtitle type='html'>To vent or not to vent, whether tis nobleer to be the slinger of arrows.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>208</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-115143377601634616</id><published>2006-06-27T14:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T14:42:56.050-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SO I needed to write.  Lots of thoughts swirling around, and just keeping things bottled up doesn't help.  Hell, that's half the reason I'm divorced.I don't know if any one reads this or not anymore.   Quite frankily I hope they don't, but I needed to sort of put this out to the universe and get it off of my mind.I miss my wife.Though this sentence needs clarification.  I don't miss the woman </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/115143377601634616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/115143377601634616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2006_06_25_archive.html#115143377601634616' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-112478097991225641</id><published>2005-08-23T03:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T03:09:39.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I AM A COLLEGE GRADUATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!That is all.:)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/112478097991225641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/112478097991225641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2005_08_21_archive.html#112478097991225641' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-112142812863184000</id><published>2005-07-15T07:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T07:48:48.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NICE!!!!!I am so ok with this.http://chaz.bdmonkeys.net/battle.php" method="get"&gt;What Is Your Battle Cry?Hark! Who is that, skulking over the cliffs! It is Nightskye, hands clutching a reflective halberd! He  grunts apocalyptically:"I'm going to fuck you like a wrecking ball!!"Find out!Enter username: Are you a girl, or a guy ?created by http://www.livejournal.com/users/beatings/"&gt;%20color="#</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/112142812863184000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/112142812863184000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2005_07_10_archive.html#112142812863184000' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-112142804540622444</id><published>2005-07-15T07:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T07:54:50.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NICE!!!!!!!!!!!I am so ok with this!!What Is Your Battle Cry?Hark! Who is that, skulking over the cliffs! It is Nightskye, hands clutching a reflective halberd! He  grunts apocalyptically:"I'm going to fuck you like a wrecking ball!!"Find out!Enter username: Are you a girl, or a guy ?created by href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/beatings/"&gt;beatings : powered by monkeys</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/112142804540622444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/112142804540622444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2005_07_10_archive.html#112142804540622444' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-112058497919130191</id><published>2005-07-05T13:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T13:36:19.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow it's dirty in here.I had actually forgotten this place exsisted.  I wonder if after this I can go a whole year and a half before putting something else in this spot.  Anyhow, I was perusing other blogs and my friend Roe had some things up that I wanted to answer.  So here goes:1) Total Volume Of Music On My Computer:3.09GB.  Cut me some slack, my first hard drive crashed, and I have only </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/112058497919130191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/112058497919130191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2005_07_03_archive.html#112058497919130191' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-107617917267806709</id><published>2004-02-07T13:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-07T13:42:21.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> And since we can ask other people on this whole question thing.  I have recieved a new batch of questions from the lovely Jamie.  And here they are:1.     Your lovely wife is pregnant (congratulations).  You have the ability to control how many and the sex of the baby/babies.  Unfortunately, your lovely wife will be unable to have anymore children after this pregnancy.  What do you choose and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/107617917267806709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/107617917267806709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107617917267806709' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-107578714659568665</id><published>2004-02-03T00:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T00:47:25.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O.K., So I realize this is my friend Paul’s clever ruse to get people to write in their journals again.  As I am a sucker for these types of things…..it worked.  And here I am writing.  So Paul (go to www.paulrsmith.com for the full explanation) posted this on his site.  There are rules that will take place after I answer the questions I asked him for.If that made sense, read on:1.  What </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/107578714659568665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/107578714659568665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107578714659568665' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-107470067165788366</id><published>2004-01-21T10:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T10:59:18.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are a PHOENIX in your soul and yourwings make a statement. Huge and born of flame,they burn with light and power and rebirth.Ashes fall from your wingtips. You are anamazingly strong person. You survive, evenflourish in adversity and hardship. A firmbeliever in the phrase, 'Whatever doesn't killyou only makes you stronger,' you rarely fearfailure. You know that any mistake you makewill teach </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/107470067165788366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/107470067165788366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107470067165788366' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-106631634044010405</id><published>2003-10-16T10:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-16T11:01:32.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> How much more should you know about Monty Python? brought to you by QuizillaAs if there was any doubt!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/106631634044010405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/106631634044010405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106631634044010405' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-106580044079388299</id><published>2003-10-10T11:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T11:42:04.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey Mon!Yeah, we got back from Jamaica two weeks ago, but since I haven't written in like 3 weeks I figured I would make the reference.Jamaica was awesome!!!!  I really had a great time.  EVERYTHING was included, so I spent most of my days eating, drinking, swimming, drinking, playing ping-pnog, drinking.You get the idea.If you have never gone before I HIGHLY recommend taking a trip there</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/106580044079388299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/106580044079388299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106580044079388299' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-106432338175948632</id><published>2003-09-23T09:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T09:23:01.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Found this today on Hotmal...........::sigh::  So sad, I remember all of these.Shocking events that let you know you're old:Providence Journal09.17.2003I remember being shocked when typewriters began showing up in antique stores. It's gotten worse.You can now find early computers there - or in the antiques section of Web sites like Ebay.It got me thinking about a new definition of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/106432338175948632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/106432338175948632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106432338175948632' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-106311689687406121</id><published>2003-09-09T10:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T10:14:56.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>With the general state of Newspaper comics, with the possibel exception of The Boondocks, it is good to know things are going to change.Thanks to the news from Metrocake, the world is going to again be a happier place to live.Opus is returning!!!Fir over 12 years, since being given a small stuffed version of everybody's favorite flightless bird, Opus has sat on the dashboard of any car that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/106311689687406121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/106311689687406121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106311689687406121' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-106226291295598748</id><published>2003-08-30T13:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-30T13:01:52.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As you can see busy day at work:I hope at least I would be Legolas or Aragon, though my luck I'd be Golem:Lord of the Rings! What movie Do you Belong in?(many different outcomes!) brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/106226291295598748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/106226291295598748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106226291295598748' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-106191363507380535</id><published>2003-08-26T12:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T12:00:35.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Because of the fact that I have the spinal equivilent of a jelly fish.And I apparently surrendered my scrotum at the words "I Do"I am now the proud owner of two 8 week old kittens.And I have to admit, they have grown on me in the two days we have had them.Due to there personalities: one is mine (rambunctious, loves to play, always hyper) and one is Jess' (more laid back, likes to be held </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/106191363507380535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/106191363507380535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106191363507380535' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-106149514576240672</id><published>2003-08-21T15:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-21T16:01:19.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"It's 3am, and outside I hear the souls still screaming"--Edwin McCain, 3am.Or in my case the sounds of the rear drivers side of my car being shredded into so much useless plastic.On Sunday, going into Monday, at the aforementioned 3am, Jess and I were awoken not by a scampering on the roof, but by the sounds of a small explosion.  As in the refered poem I sprang from the bed to see what was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/106149514576240672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/106149514576240672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106149514576240672' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-106105927590252111</id><published>2003-08-16T14:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-16T15:32:56.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Big Smile.Big Smile..............................Sorry, just looking at my niece before typing.So the lights went out on Broadway.And I've already seen the mighty skyline fall.Boats had been waiting at the battery.Though they did sail at all.Perhaps Mr. Joel is the new Nostradamus and nobody knows it.Better him then Britney Spears I suppose.So my new computer arrived. AWWWWW </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/106105927590252111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/106105927590252111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106105927590252111' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-106044737109655771</id><published>2003-08-09T12:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-09T12:42:51.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dude, forget the Dell, someone else had a baby!!So Congratulations to The Smithkids on the arrrival of their brand new Smithling!!Wow!!! Brenda and Paul are parents.Wow.How cool is that.I had all kinds of stuff I wanted to write about.  My recent class, my computer, and a bunch of other stuff. But you know what, it no longer seems important.One of my best friends is a dad.Wow.How </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/106044737109655771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/106044737109655771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106044737109655771' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-106027605311786125</id><published>2003-08-07T13:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-07T13:07:33.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dude!, I'm Gettin A Dell.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/106027605311786125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/106027605311786125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106027605311786125' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-105807815581336504</id><published>2003-07-13T02:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-13T02:35:55.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THANK YA JESUS!!!!!Jess and I just got back from seeing the League of Extrodianary Gentlemen.LOVED IT!!!!!It was awesome.I have a few....well not complaints, but being a comic geek, there were some things a little off.But the movie was so good it was easy to forgive them.I highly recommend going to see it.  Especially if you have read the comic.Nuthin but love.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/105807815581336504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/105807815581336504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105807815581336504' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-105747667407049341</id><published>2003-07-06T03:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-06T03:31:14.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had to post quickly.I .....oh my god..........the horror!The unbelievable, unmittigated horror.Jess and I saw The Hulk today.:shudder:I think I want to cry.The good news............my dissapointment in Metallicas new album now pales by comparrison.Nuthin But Love.except to Ang Lee.Who needs to be murdered violently.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/105747667407049341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/105747667407049341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105747667407049341' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-105486834466038553</id><published>2003-06-05T22:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-05T23:02:46.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hmmn......The new blogger poster thingie,  seems to be like the old one, just looks different. At least this is my opinion so far.Oh, and after giveing the Metallica album a second and third listing I have realised it is even worse then I first thought.Nuthin but love!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/105486834466038553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/105486834466038553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105486834466038553' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-95302376</id><published>2003-06-04T17:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-04T17:59:57.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hope I remember how to work this thing."Hello ever-y-body"I have some things to say, stuff to talk about, basically I need to babble and Angel isn't home from work yet.Speaking of Angel, Wryguy, why has my wife reduced you to tears of envy......that post had me confused.On other blog news, Frank I am going to ahve to disagree with your review of "Poodle Hat".  Now granted there are a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/95302376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/95302376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95302376' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-94109130</id><published>2003-05-10T12:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-10T12:25:54.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And thank you Tempest for the kind Stryker words.Creating the biggest pain in the ass in yours and Purge's lives (not including myself of course) was an absolute pleasure for me as well.And let me see if I can come up with a diecent story line for when I come up in July Maybe a couple of Saints could do with a test or two of there own.And I realize completely there is only ONE Tempest.So </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/94109130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/94109130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#94109130' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-93945782</id><published>2003-05-07T15:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-07T15:59:17.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Actually Tempest, it is possible that the name was in my head from "God Loves,Man Kills" But I assure you it was not a purposeful rip-off.  And Hack? When did I ever claim to be a writer.Because Nooooooone has ever gone by the name Tempest before.In other news I did see the X-Men, and if you are reading this and haven't seen it yet, you deserve to have spoiled anything I talk about.I am </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/93945782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/93945782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93945782' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-93631591</id><published>2003-05-01T23:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-01T23:00:12.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>From the desk of Useless Information Man:"Still here. There's a fist shaped dent in my desk, and my colon is aflame, but, still here."Ahh.......my colon is aflame......A picture may infact paint a thousand words my friends.......but it is astounding what a picture,  just a few words may paint.Nuthin but Love</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/93631591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/93631591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93631591' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-93505429</id><published>2003-04-29T22:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-29T22:39:13.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>now it is working, ignore the first post underneath this one.But read the one after it.If you are so inclined.Nuthin but love.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/93505429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/93505429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93505429' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-93505357</id><published>2003-04-29T22:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-29T22:38:13.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am trying to change the links, and it doesn't seem to be working.There is another new post below.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/93505357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/93505357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93505357' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-93489374</id><published>2003-04-29T17:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-29T17:26:09.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>See Tempest's Blog, followed by My wife's blog for the background on this.I went to Google to check, because I thought the line was Snub Queen.Turns out it is in fact Snuff Queen after all.I went to 4 different sites and listened to the song. Snuff Queen.I am going to assume Jimmy Buffet meant that she "snuff's" out guys desires and is not in fact hitting on a person who makes porn </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/93489374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/93489374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93489374' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-92874879</id><published>2003-04-19T01:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-19T01:18:36.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>from Tempest Blog:"I let the FD decision go on for far too long. I'm leaving with my patience in threads and my sanity in shreds. I should have moved on long ago. Ah well, coulda, woulda, shoulda. Sometimes you jump. Sometimes you get pushed"It reminds me of a song quote. One of my favorites. It's from the band Megadeth:Hindsight is always 20/20. But looking back it's still a bit fuzzy.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/92874879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/92874879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92874879' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-92237757</id><published>2003-04-08T15:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-08T15:02:18.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm on the phone with Cablevision....It's like my own personal hell.They gave me a credit and told me I didn't have to pay my bill last month.Now they send me a bill for $168.00 saying I didn't pay last month and that the credit was a mistake.Hmmn.....I have a problem with this.So I don't have to pay,...whoops, yes you do.So I spoke to a cust serv rep who said she understands my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/92237757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/92237757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92237757' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-92199037</id><published>2003-04-08T00:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-08T00:24:53.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just got back from North Carolina.  For those of you that were here last year for my Florida trip, NC is still as long as it ever was to drive through.Alot happened.  I got to ride a horse for the first time. And I got to see a new side of, what I hope will be, my future brother in law. Jess' sister Marissa has been with Kris for awhile now, and it was cool to see him....well....happy. He </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/92199037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/92199037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92199037' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-90260830</id><published>2003-03-06T16:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-06T16:41:20.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GOD F'ING DAMNIT!!!!!!!It's snowing.......AGAIN!!!!!!!!!Hmmn.........Texas huh.........not sounding like a bad idea afterall.Nuthin but love</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/90260830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/90260830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90260830' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-89074394</id><published>2003-02-14T00:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-14T00:05:14.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is very strange for me. Not only have I started working out......like with actual weights, not just the 12 oz variety, but I am starting to ......."gasp"enjoy it.I know I know, who is this typing, but really it's been fun.In the past I have talked about "starting" to work out, and I went jogging every night for about a week when I tried to audition for Tough Enough........I don't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/89074394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/89074394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#89074394' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-88576244</id><published>2003-02-05T01:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-05T01:11:52.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Holy crap it's a mess in here.Let me get some of these cobwebs out of the way.....................Move some of this debris to the side...................clean out some dust........................There that's a little better. It's amazing what can happen when you neglect something for awhile. Jesus, it was starting to get like my old apartment in here, and I actually visited that place </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/88576244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/88576244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88576244' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-86670918</id><published>2002-12-29T17:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-29T17:06:22.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tis the season to be Knocked-upLots and lots of Kids, and fa-ah-thers.Lots of pregnancies, now what's up?Lots and lots of kids, and fa-ah-thers.Join we now the joyous screaming-fathers, fathers, fa-ah thers.friends surprised and mothers beaming.lots and lots of kids.........and fa......ah.......thers. Congratulations to Paul and Brenda. A better Christmas gift I can't imagine.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/86670918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/86670918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2002_12_29_archive.html#86670918' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-85769876</id><published>2002-12-10T01:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-10T01:29:38.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hmmn.......and just think how awful your life would be if you ended up in retail.I mean.......it would just be time to die wouldn't it?;)Nuthin but love</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/85769876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/85769876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85769876' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-85197619</id><published>2002-11-28T00:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-28T00:51:05.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am posting only briefly.I finished my first class, now I have a week off and start class number 2.  I find I just don't have the patience to sit and write all this stuff down anymore.But I'll try.My primary reason for this today is to wish a hearty Congratulations to Carrie and Bill (ChynaKatt and Blixx) I wish you nothing but the best on your upcoming child.Love you guys.AL</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/85197619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/85197619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85197619' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-84372223</id><published>2002-11-11T13:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-11T13:12:58.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was reading Metrocake's site (see link on the left)and she mentioned something called googlism's. essentially you put your name in and cross referencing various sites it tells you "Who you are?"So that in mind I put in both Al and Albert.Let the fun begin!Albert is:albert is chosen ( I'm worried...by whom?)albert is ecstaticalbert is a penis  (many have thought so)albert is going </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/84372223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/84372223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2002_11_10_archive.html#84372223' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-83990215</id><published>2002-11-04T00:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-04T00:32:08.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just read my friend Paul's blog.I didn't realize how much I missed that little guy and his wife until this very moment.Sigh.Fucking JC Penny'sWho told them to put there HQ in Texas when there is plenty of space still here in NY.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/83990215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/83990215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2002_11_03_archive.html#83990215' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-83989983</id><published>2002-11-04T00:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-04T00:26:06.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CrapAss!!!!!Does anyone know where I can find a half-himalayan cat before Christmas???!!!!Anyone???!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/83989983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/83989983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2002_11_03_archive.html#83989983' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-83807279</id><published>2002-10-30T23:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-30T23:33:17.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Want to know where my priorities are.I started school and am loving it.  But I didn't feel like posting about it.Jess is back home again and all is right with the world.....but I saw no need to post as everyone I care to let know.....did.Nope I'm posting because I can't get the image of sitting in Tom's warm house on a comfy couch drinking homemade beer and smoking a cohiba.INDOORS IN </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/83807279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/83807279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2002_10_27_archive.html#83807279' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-82773053</id><published>2002-10-09T23:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-09T23:19:58.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And I'm back.Who knows for how long though.Things at my job have gotten interesting as well.I got written up for being late, although the other 2 managers do it as well it, seems it is only a problem if I do it.AND....I was written up for making a decision.  See, Randy (the boss) had wanted me to put the posters away in the rack.  Having only 2 employees, being sick, and the fact that the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/82773053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/82773053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2002_10_06_archive.html#82773053' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-82027420</id><published>2002-09-23T23:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-23T23:33:26.323-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Because I am generally a day late and a dollar short.HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO BOTH FRANK AND TOM!!!!One of these days I will actually remember on my own.Ya know, like an adult.Nuthin but love.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/82027420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/82027420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2002_09_22_archive.html#82027420' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-81709720</id><published>2002-09-17T01:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-17T01:17:38.813-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And I repeat "It's been awhile."So tomorrow I am going to go in to make a deal with the devil.I am going to stay with FYE through the holidays so that I can work out of a location closer to my home.The reason is, I have no guarantee something is going to come my way and I don't want to have the 40 minute drive added to holiday traffic and the possibility of snow.  Driving down Ocean parkway</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/81709720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/81709720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2002_09_15_archive.html#81709720' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-80941888</id><published>2002-08-30T22:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-30T22:06:53.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To Frank.Hang in there buddy. It'll all work itself out. You can bet money on that. Be strong.To Cat.Don't worry, this situation will not change any of our opinions of you.We promise!Nuthin but love to you all.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/80941888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/80941888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2002_08_25_archive.html#80941888' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-80260394</id><published>2002-08-14T23:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-14T23:52:24.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"It's been awhile.........???"That's all I know. Except of course for the line " I still remember just the way you taste."Figures that would be the one to stick with me.Tom and Jamie are coming down this weekend. I'm really looking forward to it. I miss my friends.I don't get to see any of them near as much as I would like to.First note. CONGRATULATIONS TO WRYGUY AND SPARKS!!!!!I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/80260394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/80260394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2002_08_11_archive.html#80260394' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-79877295</id><published>2002-08-06T00:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-06T00:52:36.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There was some word that I haven't posted in awhile.So  I figured I should probably update things.To my friend Paul:  As a matter of fact the job offers are pouring in at such an alarming rate I don't know which I should take first...should I go for the major league pitching position or maybe take up Vince McMahon up on his offer to write for the WWE...........I'm sorry, dozed off for a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/79877295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/79877295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2002_08_04_archive.html#79877295' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-79423153</id><published>2002-07-26T00:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-26T00:17:26.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hola ya'llSpanish southern.Things have been going fairly well here. Jess is in pampant study mode.It's like watching a Harvard senior on crack.She has to study all these different medical terms. When she goes over it with me it sounds like she's speaking Farsee.Though I probably spelled that wrong.Wtih me I'm still stucl at FYE ( Fyyyieeeee) but that;s ok, It pays the bills and it's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/79423153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/79423153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2002_07_21_archive.html#79423153' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-78845863</id><published>2002-07-11T22:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-11T23:59:08.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SO first the good news!!!!!!We're in the money!!!!Well, not really, but Angel starts to get her real paychecks come tomorrow, and dear god in heaven thank you.I know I haven't seen or talked to a lot of you in a while, but quite frankly I've been embarrassed.  I don't know if people realise how low things had gotten.  Angel and I have barely even had enough to eat. We had our cell phones </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/78845863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/78845863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2002_07_07_archive.html#78845863' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-78400281</id><published>2002-06-30T22:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-30T22:32:47.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>At the rents house, so I am able to post.As a topper to my week I proved why I am sometimes a putz to have as a friend.  I got so wrapped up in my own shit that I totally forgot I was supposed to help Frank(UIM) move.So on Saturday when Mike V and Joe were at Frank;s Nana's house packing up trucks, I was working.I feel like a shit.I realise there is nothing I can do about it, and everyone</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/78400281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/78400281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2002_06_30_archive.html#78400281' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-78243463</id><published>2002-06-26T18:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-26T18:56:43.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SO I got in to a car accident on Monday.Completely my fault. I'm ok, though my car has a HUGE dent in the drivers side door.  The other person's car came away of course without so much as a scratch on it.  I have nothing humorous to say whatsoever.  Money has gotten really bad and I have run completely out of positive energy.Enough is a fucking nuff.  I hate sounding this way, because </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/78243463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/78243463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2002_06_23_archive.html#78243463' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-77639448</id><published>2002-06-12T00:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-12T00:09:06.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Christ on a BIke!It's been like a month since I posted last.Didn't even realise.There were a couple of times when I looked at the computer and thought "I should post."But then I would think....about what?Let's see.....I saw Spiderman and it was awesome.........nah, that's been covered.Saw Star Wars Episode II: The love story.........it sucked..........nah that's been done too.Oh I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/77639448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/77639448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2002_06_09_archive.html#77639448' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-76746300</id><published>2002-05-20T00:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-20T00:37:01.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This post will have nothing of interest to anyone but Joe.That would be Wryguy.I'm not kidding.............Stop reading.......fine.Joe.I have the power cord for the laptop.I'll bring it to Mike V's on Wednesday if we Magic.I'm too lazy for e-mail.What???Did you think I was kidding about it not being for anyone but Joe?Nuthin but love.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/76746300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/76746300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2002_05_19_archive.html#76746300' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-76562481</id><published>2002-05-14T23:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-14T23:18:55.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So apparently I have in some way angered the gods of cablevision.I am not sure how, probably something I've said here, that seems to be the easiest way to put people on the defensive.So to start our little tale, my cable bill is about a month behind. With first me, then Jess being out of work some things have to suffer.However we keep paying the past due amount just before the service will</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/76562481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/76562481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2002_05_12_archive.html#76562481' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-76512322</id><published>2002-05-13T18:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-13T18:42:00.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I've been trying recently not to comment directly on anyone else's site and kind of let this stand on it's own.But today I need too.Frank, I actually wasn't refering to you.But....................... a logical fallacy wasn't committed. What I put in makes perfect sense. If you don't like what a person has to say then be against the opinion....not the person. Don't form an opinion just on</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/76512322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/76512322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2002_05_12_archive.html#76512322' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-76318476</id><published>2002-05-08T17:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-08T19:24:07.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I now have the song "the Stranger" by Billy Joel going through my head.The reason for this is I was thinking about what I was going to write about and it seemed an appropriate song.I got to hang out with Ghost last night.See, from that sentence alone I know some people out there are thinking "Why?"Alot of you are also thinking he's a hypocrite for what he's been writing recently.Know </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/76318476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/76318476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2002_05_05_archive.html#76318476' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-76109243</id><published>2002-05-03T01:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-03T01:20:07.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't have any one thing to talk about today.....just some random thoughts bouncing around inside:I love my wife.I have an interview tomorrow.Why is it that some of the nicest people end up with the biggest assholes?I want a better job.Thank god for the interview.I want off Long Island.I miss my out of town friends.I miss my grandma.Sheena's ex-husband needs an acidic enema an</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/76109243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/76109243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2002_04_28_archive.html#76109243' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-75945241</id><published>2002-04-28T22:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-28T22:18:42.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thanks to Purge it's my first day on the job and I've already been transfered. Corporate America.What's ya gonna do.Though I think I'll like it here in comics.If I can just get Wolverine to stop breaking wind.Fucking mutants.Nuthin but love.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/75945241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/75945241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2002_04_28_archive.html#75945241' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-75837101</id><published>2002-04-26T01:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-28T22:08:35.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am finding myself in a very odd situation.I feel myself drifting back to the way I was in college......but tempered with the way I have been recently.Here's what I mean.I am starting to find that most people annoy the crap out of me.   Like little things start to grate on my nerves......like hypocrosy......or breathing.Yet the difference is now I don't say anything for fear of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/75837101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/75837101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2002_04_21_archive.html#75837101' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-75715189</id><published>2002-04-23T00:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-23T00:35:06.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I'm back. The fog has lifted, the earth has shifted, so raise the gifted.""I used to be broke, confused, no joke,..... got used, smoked dope, paid dues, re-fused to give up quick now there's ten million mother-fuckers on my dick.Say what, say how, say who,.... fuck what, fuck me, fuck you, come clean you know I will drink a fith of Jim Beam and still stand still."Couple of Kid Rock lines on</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/75715189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/75715189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2002_04_21_archive.html#75715189' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-75491581</id><published>2002-04-16T23:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-16T23:49:55.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Not cheesy at all.I had the same image.And I know my grandma wouild love some tortellini.As long as Nana lets her bake something for desert.Besides the home-made donuts that are probably ready.God I'm gonna miss her.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/75491581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/75491581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2002_04_14_archive.html#75491581' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-75467551</id><published>2002-04-16T12:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-16T12:18:21.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My condolences go out to Frank (UIM) on the passing of his Nana.I know exactly how you feel my friend, if you need anything don't hesitate to call me.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/75467551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/75467551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2002_04_14_archive.html#75467551' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-75429053</id><published>2002-04-15T13:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-15T13:23:00.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My grandmother passed away this morning at about 3:15am.I will be at work tomorrow and Wednesday and am leaving for Potsdam Wednesday evening.The good news is that she is with my grandfather now, and I know that is making her very happy.I'm surprisingly ok. I cried when I first found out this morning but I take solice in the fact that she is no longer in pain.  My Aunt Gen wants me to do a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/75429053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/75429053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2002_04_14_archive.html#75429053' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-75376231</id><published>2002-04-13T22:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-13T22:57:40.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You ever have a situation where a person is constantly repeating the same thing. They will say over and over again how something is or isn't something. Or that guy is not this or that girl  is that.Over and over again.And my only thought is.....Are you trying to convince me........or yourself?Just something on my mind and I wanted to throw that out there.No new news on grandma......</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/75376231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/75376231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2002_04_07_archive.html#75376231' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-75321409</id><published>2002-04-12T07:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-12T07:38:02.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Things have not improved.I recieved a mesage from my Aunt, forwarded to me by my Mom.My grandmother has gotten even weaker. Yesterday she was only able to eatt some Jello.  She seems happy that my Uncle Gus is there, but she doesn't have the strength to even talk to him.I don't think she is going to make it the next couple of weeks, let alone the year.I'm just sort of numb right now.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/75321409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/75321409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2002_04_07_archive.html#75321409' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-75190050</id><published>2002-04-08T23:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-09T07:20:06.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I went up this past weekend to see my grandmother.Everybody kept telling me to be prepared as she is not the same as when she was down for my recent wedding.They were correct.She is unable to move around at all, and what little she can requires help.  She needs to be fed and can't drink on her own.  Her eyesight and hearing are all but gone.  She has trouble knowing when people are in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/75190050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/75190050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2002_04_07_archive.html#75190050' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-11312965</id><published>2002-03-31T13:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-31T13:17:39.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To any and all that this applies to.Have a happy and wonderful Easter!!!!!Love Nightskye.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/11312965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/11312965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2002_03_31_archive.html#11312965' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-11199114</id><published>2002-03-27T23:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-27T23:07:24.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My condolences go out to Roe(Metrocake) on the death of her grandfather.Be strong babe! It's good you know he is in a better place now.No new word on my grandmother or Frank's.And the crappy year just keeps on doling out the shit.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/11199114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/11199114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2002_03_24_archive.html#11199114' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-11001445</id><published>2002-03-22T03:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-22T03:20:19.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I'm back.The service was nice, all things considered, and I have to say I was really impressed with Brenda.  She is much stronger then you would guess by first meeting her.  She was obviously upset but still in control.I have to admit if it were my father I would be a basket case.A bunch of people went back to her parents house for food and soda after the wake which was nice. I got a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/11001445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/11001445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2002_03_17_archive.html#11001445' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-10974889</id><published>2002-03-21T12:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-21T12:33:44.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am leaving today to go to Albany for Brenda's (Gclef's) fathers wake.  I would much rather see the Smiths again under different terms. I will let Paul and Brenda know about all of you that have kept them in your thoughts and prayers.  I will let you all know how they are doing when I get back.In more personal news my grandmother is very sick as well. So my thoughts go out to Frank(UIM) all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/10974889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/10974889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2002_03_17_archive.html#10974889' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-10898152</id><published>2002-03-19T10:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-19T10:36:00.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Everything I have inside of me goes out to Brenda and Paul.For those of you who know them or know of them through Blogger (Gclef and Smithkid), Brenda's father passed away on March 17th.My prayers are with you both and if you need anything at all don't hesitate to call Jess or I.I love you both.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/10898152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/10898152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2002_03_17_archive.html#10898152' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-10876225</id><published>2002-03-18T19:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-18T19:07:23.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am apparently 70% evil.No big surprise there.I am apparently not a tool.This may come as a surprise to many.For the above tests go to the newly spelled CHynakatt link on the left.Nuthin but love</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/10876225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/10876225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2002_03_17_archive.html#10876225' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-10848765</id><published>2002-03-18T01:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-18T01:07:33.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Somtimes I really envy my buddy Ghost.See, he honestly truly has no concern whatsoever how others feel about him.  This gives him a freedom to say, at any time, whatever is on his mind.I've realized recently....that although I used to be this way........I am not any longer. I care about some people's opinions.  This is a problem because I find myself faking liking people in order to please </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/10848765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/10848765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2002_03_17_archive.html#10848765' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-10767501</id><published>2002-03-15T12:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-15T12:01:24.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have a computer again, though it still isn't mine yet.More blogs to come.I also have a full time job again.At least one to pay the bills.More on that soon too.Nuthin but love</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/10767501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/10767501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2002_03_10_archive.html#10767501' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-10717397</id><published>2002-03-13T22:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-13T22:14:06.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>first: I am not dead.second, to all those who thought I was....................Surprise!!!Actually I have been sans computer for the last 3 weeks.Apparently my computer was sick. Very sick. Like........ if computers were people mine had (insert deadly illness here)So a friend of mine took it to make it better.My computer is now leading a very happy exsistance in Texas without me. But it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/10717397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/10717397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2002_03_10_archive.html#10717397' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-9878206</id><published>2002-02-19T03:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-19T03:17:05.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thank you Ghost!!!Finally the blogs begin to get interesting again. I haven’t had this much fun reading entries in months.  And believe me; I am aware that I am to blame for this too.As long as we are all commenting I figured I’d lay down my two cents.Well I can’t really afford that, so let me lay down my IOU.First I have to say I’m surprised.I expected everyone to be upset about the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/9878206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/9878206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2002_02_17_archive.html#9878206' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-9636131</id><published>2002-02-12T03:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-12T03:00:02.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What is my Motivation?..........I love my wife.Now before Ghost goes screaming away in a fit of “Not another sappy Blog entry” tirade, let me explain my reasons for declaring this.One, I’ve had a couple beers, which as Tempest can attest to after this past weekend, makes me want to tell everybody how I feel.Two is she taped wrestling for me.Well, sort of.See, I had set up the VCR to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/9636131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/9636131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2002_02_10_archive.html#9636131' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-9347977</id><published>2002-02-03T22:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-03T22:32:26.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No shit.The Rams lost.Not really surprised I guess.I was rooting for them after all.Glad the bet didn't happen.Congratulations to the NE Patriots.Later</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/9347977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/9347977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2002_02_03_archive.html#9347977' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-9340427</id><published>2002-02-03T18:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-03T18:14:14.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, Carrie either didn't get my email in time........or she really doesn't believe the Pats can win.My money is on the latter.Go Rams.Later</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/9340427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/9340427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2002_02_03_archive.html#9340427' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-9301726</id><published>2002-02-02T09:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-02T09:54:44.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just wanted to jump on to say good luck to Marshall Faulk, Kurt Warner, Trung Canidate and the rest of the St. Louis Rams.Not that I think they'll need it.Hey Care, care to bet a twelve pack of Sam on the game...........e-mail me before tomorrow and let me know.later.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/9301726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/9301726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2002_01_27_archive.html#9301726' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-9185246</id><published>2002-01-29T23:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-29T23:59:08.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have THEE best brothers ever.Gotta love em.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/9185246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/9185246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2002_01_27_archive.html#9185246' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-9148719</id><published>2002-01-28T23:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-28T23:59:54.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SO I took the Which Harry Potter character/teacher test.I'm not posting it here because they give you like 10 possible matches to choose from, so it didn't seem overly worth it to me.  I also didn't agree with the choices. They had me down for things as characters that I answered differently on the quiz.However if you would like to take it yourself click on Rain's link on the left and then </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/9148719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/9148719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2002_01_27_archive.html#9148719' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-9113199</id><published>2002-01-28T00:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-28T00:50:41.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Still living.Well, existing anyway.I'm not dying, and I don't have anyone else to talk about today.Just wanted to drop a note to life to say I am here.Hi.Gotta run, there will be updates if any happen.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/9113199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/9113199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2002_01_27_archive.html#9113199' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-8995817</id><published>2002-01-24T02:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-24T02:15:40.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today’ version of Sarcasm will follow a different format.Not that I really follow much of one to begin with.The strange thing about todays is I am not writing it for me.I know a very talented beautiful woman. Actually I know a few of them, one I was lucky enough to marry.But this isn’t about her.It’s not about all the others either.It’s just about one of them.I met this beautiful </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/8995817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/8995817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2002_01_20_archive.html#8995817' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-8927995</id><published>2002-01-22T04:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-22T04:50:53.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What is my Motivation?...........hmmn....wha...It's a quarter of 5 in the morning.I am about to get ready to go to a job fair in Parasailing (or something like that) New Jersey.I can't believe this.It's 5 am and I am going to Jersey.My life is hell.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/8927995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/8927995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2002_01_20_archive.html#8927995' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-8891574</id><published>2002-01-21T01:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-21T01:55:11.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>“But until we meet again along the road……….We wish you well.”-David Coverdale, Whitesnake.Sorry to steal your opening Ghost but it was needed.Today ladies and gentlemen; a story.There are moments in a persons life that define who he is and who he will become.  Most of those times involve the meeting of a person.  I have a few of those instances:  Going to a play audition at my local church,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/8891574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/8891574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2002_01_20_archive.html#8891574' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-8784923</id><published>2002-01-17T12:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-17T12:14:45.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your friends would describe you as a true blue pal, but sometimes you just don't know when to let things go.  You have a few problems when it comes to letting your true feelings out into the open, and that can cause permanent hardships for you.  Other than that, you're a great person to be around.  Your jokes are crude, you have a big porn collection, what more could anyone ask for?Take The "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/8784923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/8784923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2002_01_13_archive.html#8784923' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-8532818</id><published>2002-01-09T01:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-09T01:55:18.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I actually have a good deal of stuff to write about.Vegas.The Smiths leaving.My job search.Rain's wedding.and a bunch of other subjects.And yet oddly, I look at the screen and think.blah.Not today.So I think I am just going to curl up next to the wife and go to sleep.Nuthin but love.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/8532818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/8532818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2002_01_06_archive.html#8532818' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-8313973</id><published>2002-01-01T02:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-01T02:34:54.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OK ...QuicklyI may or may not have a job.  If I do get it I have a 2 hour commute each way, but pretty decent money.  I also have Tempest to thank.Wryguy........CONGRATULATIONS you fertile motherfucker.  nothing but the best.Ghost. Love ya buddy.  Mostly I love the fact that you are my leading goal scorer, which is amazing because you suck at hockey whenever we play.I am on my way to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/8313973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/8313973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2001_12_30_archive.html#8313973' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-8082437</id><published>2001-12-20T16:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-12-20T16:35:43.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm a Baaaaaaad friend.My friend Joe (Wryguy) has been nothing but great since we started talking again.  He even hooked me up.....at no cost.......with the laptop I am writing this on.  The same laptop that has made my job searching a MILLION times easier.So to repay him I leave his blog site off of my links.I'm a moron.So my apologies to Joe, no hard feelings please, and everybody go </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/8082437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/8082437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2001_12_16_archive.html#8082437' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-8025231</id><published>2001-12-18T15:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-12-18T15:31:58.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Really quick.  The job interview today is not for me.I turned 31 on SundayAnd my friend Mike V. now has a blog. It's the EvilG link on the left.And I now have a paranoid fear of lint.Get it off, get it off..................I'm no one's bitch.hmmn.Though my wife may disagree.Nuthin but love.More later.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/8025231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/8025231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2001_12_16_archive.html#8025231' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-7911147</id><published>2001-12-13T19:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-12-13T19:55:06.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What is my Motivation?......to get a job……..no really, I swear………despite what reality keeps throwing at me.So I had an interview this morning at 10am.  The interview is for a Talent/Model Scout position for a Talent/Model Agency.Please don’t ask me details about the job I as I don’t have any. Let me explain.The appointment was for 10 am this morning, as I stated.  What I haven’t mentioned</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/7911147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/7911147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2001_12_09_archive.html#7911147' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-7858714</id><published>2001-12-12T01:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-12-12T01:16:11.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What is my Motivation?.................That I must come to grips with the reality that I am going to end up with a sales job.I was reading Mr. Smith’s site, Paulrsmith.com, and saw all the options he has now that he is certified in all areas of Geekdom.  I’ve now been sitting here going over my options.People have been asking me for weeks “What jobs are you looking for?”Honestly I really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/7858714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/7858714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2001_12_09_archive.html#7858714' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-7796958</id><published>2001-12-10T02:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-12-10T02:11:11.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What is my Motivation?.............There is always good and bad.You know ......like a balance.I have apparently lost a friend of mine.   This saddens me alot.I am not going to go into the details here as this isn't really the place for it.  Though the loss I feel is great.  Despite what said friend might think.On the lighter side: Brenda's (Jade's) dad is not as bad off as origanally </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/7796958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/7796958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2001_12_09_archive.html#7796958' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-7701660</id><published>2001-12-06T13:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-12-06T13:13:05.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What is my Motivation?..............That everything has two sides.Even life.Everything has a balance. I heard that a long time ago. Seems like a pretty obvious statement but I think sometimes we all lose sight of it.  I know I do.  Recently I have been seeing things all around me seem to fall to shit.  For instance, I loose my job and can’t find a new one.  Things with Jess job are as unusual</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/7701660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/7701660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2001_12_02_archive.html#7701660' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-7535800</id><published>2001-11-30T13:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-11-30T13:40:11.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What is my Motivation?..................To constnatly see reminders of my friends and my days of yore.So I'm reading Lori's (Logi's) blog and she has posted a little story about Christmas.  (See link on left)It's an enchanting little joke.I first remember it from 1988. The year I graduated West Islip High School.Some friends of mine, namely: Frank(UIM) Paul (Smithkid) Mike(Viccora) Paul (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/7535800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/7535800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2001_11_25_archive.html#7535800' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-7443946</id><published>2001-11-27T12:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-11-27T12:38:44.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What is my Motivation?..................To rise like the Pheonix, new and exciting.Poetic yes?I really don't feel that way, I just thought it sounded cool.So when you make a phrase or statement reality has a way of kicking you in the nuts and saying "Get over it!"No I haven't found a job.In a post form two days ago I said "I am one third of a close nit group of men." and followed it up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/7443946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/7443946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2001_11_25_archive.html#7443946' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-7414498</id><published>2001-11-26T12:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-11-26T12:30:06.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What is my Motivation?.....................Yeah, I don't have one.So I just read a new blog, you'll see it over on the sidebar if you want to link to it.  It's from my friend Raechel.Raechel seems to be hurt that she wasn't invited to my recent nuptuals. Most of this blog will relate to her and that feeling if you want to know.See, Raechel probably has her own thoughts as to why she </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/7414498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/7414498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2001_11_25_archive.html#7414498' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-7369060</id><published>2001-11-24T13:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-11-24T13:55:47.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What is my Motivation?.................To try and understand what's going on.My friend Paul, I'm growing tired of nicknames, wrote an absolutely FANTASTIC essay he calls Identity.  I just finished reading it and it made me realise a few things.One, for years I have been refering to him as "The Little Smithkid" or "Rack" for reasons that are WAY too long to explain, without ever bothering to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/7369060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/7369060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2001_11_18_archive.html#7369060' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011528.post-7247737</id><published>2001-11-19T17:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-11-21T11:29:42.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I do believe the last post from way back when sums it all up.Holy Fucking Shit I'm Married.And quite happy about it I might add.The wedding was awesome. At least that's what I'm told, as every one said it kind of flew by.   I am also assuming people were not lying to me.  I just spent the last glorious half and hour reading the wonderful things people wrote in there blogs about the ceremony</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/7247737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011528/posts/default/7247737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightskye.blogspot.com/2001_11_18_archive.html#7247737' title=''/><author><name>al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08695200764823953503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
