<?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-6036632</id><updated>2011-11-26T06:30:00.737-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pieces of Eight</title><subtitle type='html'>Assorted musing of a land-locked pirate...no quarter given.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofeight.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036632/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofeight.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Governor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04329484076338581071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036632.post-663619960460295482</id><published>2007-10-29T20:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T20:56:56.574-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Back at the blog!  After a long hiatus, I'm back to posting pointless nonsense.  Ever wonder what is on my long TV addict list?  Curious about what foods I hate?  What books I am reading?  Then you've found your spot.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036632/posts/default/663619960460295482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036632/posts/default/663619960460295482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofeight.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#663619960460295482' title=''/><author><name>Governor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04329484076338581071</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-6036632.post-107233262154195980</id><published>2003-12-25T00:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-25T00:17:11.660-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are The Cap'n!Some men are born great, some achieve greatness and some slit the throats of any man that stands between them and the mantle of power. You never met a man you couldn't eviscerate. Not that mindless violence is the only avenue open to you - but why take an avenue when you have complete freeway access? You are the definitive Man of Action. You are James Bond in a blousy shirt and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036632/posts/default/107233262154195980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036632/posts/default/107233262154195980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofeight.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107233262154195980' title=''/><author><name>Governor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04329484076338581071</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-6036632.post-107232919887701283</id><published>2003-12-24T23:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T21:12:00.861-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Orange CountyThis is the funniest movie I've seen in a long time.  Jack Black is perfect as the stoner brother, and Colin Hanks does a more than respectable job as a high school senior desperate to escape his crazy, yet loving family and chase his dream of becoming a writer at Stanford.  The cast is outstanding in each of their roles.  John Lithgow is a riot, and there is a fantastic cameo by </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036632/posts/default/107232919887701283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036632/posts/default/107232919887701283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofeight.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107232919887701283' title=''/><author><name>Governor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04329484076338581071</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-6036632.post-107233170531350083</id><published>2003-12-13T21:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-25T00:07:38.776-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Got Voodoo?Pissed off at someone and don't know what to do?  Send them an online voodoo curse!Pinstruck is the answer to your "Damn, they piss me off but I don't have the heart to say it to their face" friends and enemies.  And they're anonymous, so send away without fear of retaliation.  Ah, a voodoo curse--the gift that keeps on giving!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036632/posts/default/107233170531350083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036632/posts/default/107233170531350083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofeight.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107233170531350083' title=''/><author><name>Governor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04329484076338581071</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-6036632.post-107078084332213543</id><published>2003-12-07T01:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T23:24:22.483-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What do you believe?www.beliefnet.comExplore all aspects of spirituality on Beliefnet.  Fun quizzes and thought provoking discussions.  Come with an open mind.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036632/posts/default/107078084332213543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036632/posts/default/107078084332213543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofeight.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107078084332213543' title=''/><author><name>Governor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04329484076338581071</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-6036632.post-107076033371998464</id><published>2003-12-06T19:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-06T19:25:44.963-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you are deeppink#FF1493Your dominant hues are red and magenta. You love doing your own thing and going on your own adventures, but there are close friends you know you just can't leave behind. You can influence others on days when you're patient, but most times you just want to go out, have fun, and do your own thing.Your saturation level is high - you get into life and have a strong personality.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036632/posts/default/107076033371998464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036632/posts/default/107076033371998464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofeight.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107076033371998464' title=''/><author><name>Governor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04329484076338581071</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-6036632.post-106852518148661711</id><published>2003-11-10T22:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-06T19:27:25.710-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Interview questions are designed to make people lie.  Why would you possibly highlight something you do poorly in that situation?  Why do I think I'm the best for this position?  How will I lead the team to success?  Describe my level of business savvy and how I exhibit those qualities on a daily basis.  Grrrrrr!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036632/posts/default/106852518148661711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036632/posts/default/106852518148661711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofeight.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106852518148661711' title=''/><author><name>Governor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04329484076338581071</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-6036632.post-106809311477430074</id><published>2003-11-05T22:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T22:31:57.993-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Caveat emptor</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036632/posts/default/106809311477430074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036632/posts/default/106809311477430074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofeight.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106809311477430074' title=''/><author><name>Governor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04329484076338581071</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-6036632.post-106809271177888711</id><published>2003-11-05T22:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T22:30:04.886-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Obsession?What constitutes an obsession?  Two of my employees are embroiled in the drama of unrequited love and a borderline obsession.  Constant unwanted attention, phone calls, emails.  Showing up at work when one is scheduled, waiting in the parking lot after dark, small tokens of affection.  She doesn't want the attention, has attempted to dissuade it by being firm, yet polite.  He is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036632/posts/default/106809271177888711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036632/posts/default/106809271177888711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofeight.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106809271177888711' title=''/><author><name>Governor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04329484076338581071</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-6036632.post-106800943193741311</id><published>2003-11-04T23:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T23:30:31.930-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What is life if not a series of choices?I often wonder why life takes us where it does.  Is it destiny, kismet, fate?  Or do we create our "destiny" through free will?  I find myself telling people, "Things happen for a reason," and "I'll end up where I'm supposed to be."  But do I actually believe I have no control over my future?  Human beings are blessed with the gift of free will, of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036632/posts/default/106800943193741311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036632/posts/default/106800943193741311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofeight.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106800943193741311' title=''/><author><name>Governor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04329484076338581071</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-6036632.post-106801017716468859</id><published>2003-11-02T23:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T23:32:32.490-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Shiver me timbers!  It's a pirate's blog.  Look out for the booty.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036632/posts/default/106801017716468859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036632/posts/default/106801017716468859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofeight.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106801017716468859' title=''/><author><name>Governor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04329484076338581071</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>
