<?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-3245052</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:19:23.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>emilybear</title><subtitle type='html'>the ramblings of a small furry creature</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilybear.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245052/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilybear.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12444003080380114455</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>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245052.post-86522275</id><published>2002-12-25T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-25T12:13:24.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GO HERE &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/emilyfurrybear/"&gt;my new home&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3245052-86522275?l=emilybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245052/posts/default/86522275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245052/posts/default/86522275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilybear.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86522275' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12444003080380114455</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-3245052.post-86522182</id><published>2002-12-25T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-25T12:12:48.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've decamped! my new blog can be found &lt;a href="www.livejournal.com/users/emilyfurrybear/"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come visit me soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3245052-86522182?l=emilybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245052/posts/default/86522182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245052/posts/default/86522182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilybear.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86522182' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12444003080380114455</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-3245052.post-79833413</id><published>2002-08-04T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-04T22:29:12.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh! It's been too long -- too long... So much to talk about, but not..just..yet.  Today is not the day to spill so many beans.  Anyway, this story really tickled me -- A Japanese crew from Chukyo TV were filming a news piece in Rome about how to avoid being pickpocketed when they were distracted by a gang of feral children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cheeky imps used cardboard boxes to distract the journalists while they filched their wallets, although quite how the boxes distracted them so much I can't imagine! Perhaps the children were leaping in and out of them while screaming SURPRISE!  Or, maybe they forced the camera crew to put the boxes over the heads and feet, and whilst they were temporarily encumbered their pockets got pinched... Wallop! Bang goes their petty cash and post shoot drinking and girls fund.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or so you might think....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no! You're not thinking about the fact that there is at least one trained journalist amongst the crew, trained to sniff out the right people at the right time.  The crew managed to track down the naughty little pickpockets and persuaded them to hand the cash back-- I'm guessing a threat to tell their mothers may have done the trick-- and voila! Drinks all round boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3245052-79833413?l=emilybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245052/posts/default/79833413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245052/posts/default/79833413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilybear.blogspot.com/2002_08_04_archive.html#79833413' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12444003080380114455</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-3245052.post-77369810</id><published>2002-06-05T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-05T03:54:04.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now then... this is interesting... The US just won a match against Portugal in the World Cup.  The US have routinely ignored the sport of Football - or as they would say "Soccer", generally because they were the underdogs, and as we all know - If they ain't winning they don't want to know!  I'm going to be verrrrry interested to see how much more coverage they'll give the World Cup now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3245052-77369810?l=emilybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245052/posts/default/77369810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245052/posts/default/77369810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilybear.blogspot.com/2002_06_02_archive.html#77369810' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12444003080380114455</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-3245052.post-76392175</id><published>2002-05-10T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-10T04:34:37.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I use way too many exclamation points! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3245052-76392175?l=emilybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245052/posts/default/76392175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245052/posts/default/76392175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilybear.blogspot.com/2002_05_05_archive.html#76392175' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12444003080380114455</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-3245052.post-76392157</id><published>2002-05-10T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-10T04:33:46.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OOH! I'm so excited!! I'm going on a "school trip" with a bunch of burning man freaks to Alton Towers -- Britain's answer to Disneyland... God only knows what trouble we're going to get into!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if they'll have any &lt;a href="http://www.santacruzsentinel.com/archive/2002/May/08/local/stories/05local.htm"&gt;Penis Trees&lt;/a&gt; there?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3245052-76392157?l=emilybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245052/posts/default/76392157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245052/posts/default/76392157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilybear.blogspot.com/2002_05_05_archive.html#76392157' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12444003080380114455</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-3245052.post-76014462</id><published>2002-04-30T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-30T14:39:06.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>According to the fabulous online news source &lt;a href="http://www.ananova.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Scientists in Brazil attempted to clone a cow, but instead they cloned an ox!&lt;br /&gt;The acamedicians at the University of San Paolo responsible for the cloning project made the mistake of letting an ox stay in the next field to their test subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms.CloneCow sitting in her meadow just oozing potential maternal love.... Mr Ox b'stard is feeling a little horny... who cares if it's a different species! What the Hella! He jumps over the fence, has his wicked way with Ms. CloneCow -- Voila X months later a Cox! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after her naughty liaison Ms. CloneCow was artificially inseminated by the clone..... but alas! it was too late!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3245052-76014462?l=emilybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245052/posts/default/76014462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245052/posts/default/76014462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilybear.blogspot.com/2002_04_28_archive.html#76014462' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12444003080380114455</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-3245052.post-75897100</id><published>2002-04-27T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-27T10:08:31.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm standing on the edge of a major life change.  For the first time in my life, I'll shortly be moving into a house sharing with three guys.  I've done the sharing thing before of course, once with a lover, once with a husband and once with a psycho girl (model/actress/movie director/writer/waitress), but never with three guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's promising to be a fun experience, and as my relationship with all three men is like that of brother/sister, there shouldn't be any of those pesky romantic complications to deal with.  Also, I'm totally involved with this from the ground up -- in fact, the location of this (as yet unfound) house will be pretty much my decision, as the guys want to make sure that I, as a woman, will feel comfortable.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truly amazing thing is that the values of the places we are looking at (and can afford to be in) are nudging half a million pounds! And that's the low end of the market! In London you can rent a house from around £350 a week, but some places are renting for as much as £6,000 a week! For that you can get a five bed house next to the Ritz.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3245052-75897100?l=emilybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245052/posts/default/75897100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245052/posts/default/75897100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilybear.blogspot.com/2002_04_21_archive.html#75897100' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12444003080380114455</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-3245052.post-75462286</id><published>2002-04-16T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-16T06:19:12.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night I just found it impossible to get to sleep, so after an extended im conversation with &lt;a href="http://sinnedangels.com/kaila/"&gt;kaila&lt;/a&gt;, I finally decided that I'd just get into bed and watch a bit of television.  However it being nearly four in the morning there was very little to watch apart from an educational program on learning Italian, another one on learning Spanish, something they call night pages (basically just photographs of upcoming shows accompanied by elevator music) and BBC News 24.  Even though I would have been interested in watching something a little light and fluffy, I ended up watching the good old Beeb instead and settled down for a bit of world news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the main coverage was about the Israel/Palestine conflict but then came a segment on the new OBL video.... I was very confused in a sleep deprived way, who on earth was OBL and why were the BBC broadcasting a press conference from the White House on his new video release!  It took a while for me to realise that they were talking about Osama Bin Laden.  I'm guessing that this is a common abbreviation in the US for "He who's name must not be spoken" but I swear I've never heard him referenced this way in the UK before.  I immediately started to fret about all the other OBL's out there who must be really pissed off about the abbreviation.... much in the same way that I haven't been able to comfortably use my own initials since Spielberg's alien weepy (E.T.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the following non-terrorist OBL's I offer my sympathy --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the librarians and staff at the &lt;a href="http://www.ibiblio.org/obl/"&gt;Online Burma Library&lt;/a&gt; and the &lt;a href="http://gams.nist.gov/~FHunt/appearance/obl.html"&gt;Oregon BRDF Library&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicago Financiers &lt;a href="http://www.oblfinancial.com/"&gt;OBL Financial&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;US Military owned Otter Brook Lake&lt;a href="http://www.nae.usace.army.mil/recreati/obl/oblnr.htm"&gt;a.k.a. OBL&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony Keveany, Director of Berkeley Orthopaedic Biomechanics Laboratory  &lt;a href=" http://biomech2.me.berkeley.edu/~tmk/tmk.html"&gt;also known as OBL&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I can't quite figure out which seems to involve a baseball team called&lt;a href="http://homepages.msn.com/studiorow/perkioman/"&gt;OBL&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in the U.S. Government department, &lt;a href="http://www.doc.gov/obl/"&gt;The Office of Business Liaison&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All &lt;a href="http://www.ebancllc.com/products/obl.html"&gt;Online Banking Lawyers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the musical combo &lt;a href="http://oneblacklung.tripod.com/ "&gt;One Black Lung&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3245052-75462286?l=emilybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245052/posts/default/75462286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245052/posts/default/75462286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilybear.blogspot.com/2002_04_14_archive.html#75462286' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12444003080380114455</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-3245052.post-11307420</id><published>2002-03-31T05:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-31T05:36:18.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For the sake of a prank e-mail a while ago I set up a fake e-mail account for Tony Blair. To make it more convincing I naturally put all his details on the who's where list and it&lt;br /&gt;never fails to amaze me the amount of spam this man recieves. Everything from legal ways to buy cigarettes and herbal highs to invitations to see saucy teens and up for it animals.  Occasionally though he gets an actual genuine e-mail from someone who really thinks he is sending e-mail to the British prime minister.  Here's one of my favourites (original spelling remains) --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;sub( i am job less hare since 5 years my old parents are too ill i am not able to cure them)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear hi&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;how are you dear my name is hassan XXXXXXX  i am from pakistan  i found your e male adress insearch of a and God  fearing persons i acnnot say you that  i how much disturb  and worried  because i ahve no sources to earn money to hospitilize  my old and poor parents i need your help i know that you can help me  better.&lt;br /&gt;we are 2 brothers and 3 sisters my father was cycle shop keeper  when  he became ill  with  joundes  he   was not able to work  my all brother are younger to me they are all&lt;br /&gt;depends upon me  dear God  given you a great respect and i am praying for your happiness and long long life.&lt;br /&gt;i am willing to come your country for work  i am  intellegent hard worker i am a good driver and i have passed some basic  computers courses. i know  every work. so you can keep me a domestic servent  i will be too much honest with you and faithful with you till my life if you dont need   a domestic servent in your house so please  find a  any job for me any where  with your kindness i will be able to look after  and cure my old and ill parents also my younger brother and sisters&lt;br /&gt;  i shall be very many thakful to you for your great kindness  i and my parents will always pray for you and for your family at every walk of life &lt;br /&gt;awaiting your reply very anciousally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regard&lt;br /&gt;hassan XXXXXXXX &lt;br /&gt; contact phone number&lt;br /&gt;0092-XXX-XXXX&lt;br /&gt;e amil adress&lt;br /&gt;XXXXXXX@yahoo.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3245052-11307420?l=emilybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245052/posts/default/11307420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245052/posts/default/11307420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilybear.blogspot.com/2002_03_31_archive.html#11307420' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12444003080380114455</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-3245052.post-11181631</id><published>2002-03-27T11:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-27T11:12:54.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When I was living in the States, I remember crying my eyes out watching a special on Dudley Moore with ABC's &lt;a href="http://abcnews.go.com/onair/2020/2020_000630_dudleymoore.html"&gt;Barbara Walters&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so very sad that this man; this giant in British Comedy, this incredibly talented jazz pianist; could now no longer string a conversation together, but still managed to show that he was a humourous man and could barely walk let alone play music again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the worst thing for him, the loss of his music.  He seemed only half a man without it, as if he had lost his very soul.  Unfortunately, at the time of the interview, many still believed him to be a drunk.  That was why his speech was always slurred and why he stumbled they thought,  but this was not the case.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dudley was in the throes of a degenerative brain and motor neuron disease called Progressive Supranuclear Palsy.  The symptoms are the same as that of a drunk -- imbalance, frequent falls, stiffness, blurred vision, difficulty swallowing and speaking and slowed movements -- but sadly his symptoms didn't wear off in the morning with a bit of a headache -- they got worse with every day, making every day a little more difficult until he died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dudley Moore R.I.P. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3245052-11181631?l=emilybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245052/posts/default/11181631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245052/posts/default/11181631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilybear.blogspot.com/2002_03_24_archive.html#11181631' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12444003080380114455</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-3245052.post-10857465</id><published>2002-03-18T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-18T06:14:58.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you're a fan of Philip Glass, you're really going to love this new IBM creation devoted to his work.  &lt;a href="http://www.philipglass.com/glassengine/"&gt;The Glass Engine&lt;/a&gt; lets you immerse yourself in his work.  And not just the obvious titles like his soundtrack to the Truman Show either.  Here you get to select his music by title, year, type of work or length.  Or you can sort tunes based on emotions like joy and sorrow. It just looks awesome too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3245052-10857465?l=emilybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245052/posts/default/10857465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245052/posts/default/10857465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilybear.blogspot.com/2002_03_17_archive.html#10857465' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12444003080380114455</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-3245052.post-10802382</id><published>2002-03-16T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-16T11:47:38.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hooray! hooray! &lt;a href="http://www.shockheadedpeter.com"&gt; Shockheaded Peter&lt;/a&gt; is returning to London for a limited run!  This is the most crazy, beautiful and creative theatrical production I have ever seen, and am so very excited at the prospect of seeing again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3245052-10802382?l=emilybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245052/posts/default/10802382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245052/posts/default/10802382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilybear.blogspot.com/2002_03_10_archive.html#10802382' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12444003080380114455</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-3245052.post-10768269</id><published>2002-03-15T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-15T09:26:58.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MONKEY MAGIC!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monkeys (aided by researchers at Brown University) have controlled a computer cursor with only their thoughts. Tiny electrodes transmit the monkey's commands to a computer system. The study, published today in Nature, contributes greatly to a body of research that, years from now, may enable paralyzed people to use their minds to operate devices -- or regain control of their bodies. Christopher Reeve take note -- Superman could fly again with the aid of a monkey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The researchers implanted a tiny silicone chip, containing 100 hair-thin electrodes, in the brains of three rhesus monkeys that had learned to play a simple video game with a specially designed joystick. They connected one monkey's implant  to a computer system, and then disconnected the joystick. Manipulating the now-useless joystick, the monkey was instantly able to move the cursor toward a target simply by thinking. Sometimes it let go of the joystick while continuing to play. The cursor responded just as quickly, but not quite as smoothly, as when the animals had used their hands to control it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If such a system is eventually found to be safe and reliable in humans, it has the potential to unlock a whole new world of opportunities for totally paralyzed people, who would be able to do anything that can be accomplished by moving a computer cursor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sufferers of "locked-in syndrome," a condition in which the mind works perfectly but the body completely immobilized, would be able to type letters, send e-mails and perhaps command robotic devices.  There may even be a new Hawkins out there, just waiting to be able to utilize the power of their brain to write their great opus. People with spinal cord injuries, whose nerves and muscles are intact but disconnected from the brain, might use the system to bypass their injuries and resume control of their limbs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3245052-10768269?l=emilybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245052/posts/default/10768269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245052/posts/default/10768269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilybear.blogspot.com/2002_03_10_archive.html#10768269' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12444003080380114455</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-3245052.post-10446264</id><published>2002-03-06T04:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-06T04:06:18.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Now, most people know that Every Sperm Is Sacred (if not see below!) but &lt;a href="http://web.mit.edu/aram/Public/godkills.jpg"&gt;this is taking catholic guilt TOO FAR!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Sperm Is Sacred --  Composers: David Howman &amp; Andre Jacquemin -- Authors: Michael Palin &amp; Terry Jones -- From the Movie 'The Meaning of Life'  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAD: There are Jews in the world. There are Buddhists. There are Hindus and Mormons, and then There are those that follow Mohammed, but I've never been one of them. &lt;br /&gt;I'm a Roman Catholic, And have been since before I was born, And the one thing they say about Catholics is: They'll take you as soon as you're warm. &lt;br /&gt;You don't have to be a six-footer. You don't have to have a great brain. You don't have to have any clothes on. You're A Catholic the moment Dad came, Because &lt;br /&gt;Every sperm is sacred. Every sperm is great. If a sperm is wasted, God gets quite irate. &lt;br /&gt;CHILDREN: Every sperm is sacred. Every sperm is great. If a sperm is wasted, God gets quite irate. &lt;br /&gt;GIRL: Let the heathen spill theirs On the dusty ground. God shall make them pay for Each sperm that can't be found. &lt;br /&gt;CHILDREN: Every sperm is wanted. Every sperm is good. Every sperm is needed In your neighbourhood. &lt;br /&gt;MUM: Hindu, Taoist, Mormon, Spill theirs just anywhere, But God loves those who treat their Semen with more care. &lt;br /&gt;MEN: Every sperm is sacred. Every sperm is great. &lt;br /&gt;WOMEN: If a sperm is wasted,... &lt;br /&gt;CHILDREN: ...God get quite irate. &lt;br /&gt;PRIEST: Every sperm is sacred. &lt;br /&gt;BRIDE and GROOM: Every sperm is good. &lt;br /&gt;NANNIES: Every sperm is needed... &lt;br /&gt;CARDINALS: ...In your neighbourhood! &lt;br /&gt;CHILDREN: Every sperm is useful. Every sperm is fine. &lt;br /&gt;FUNERAL CORTEGE: God needs everybody's. &lt;br /&gt;MOURNER #1: Mine! &lt;br /&gt;MOURNER #2: And mine! &lt;br /&gt;CORPSE: And mine! &lt;br /&gt;NUN: Let the Pagan spill theirs O'er mountain, hill, and plain. &lt;br /&gt;HOLY STATUES: God shall strike them down for Each sperm that's spilt in vain. &lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE: Every sperm is sacred. Every sperm is good. Every sperm is needed In your neighbourhood. Every sperm is sacred. Every sperm is great. If a sperm is wasted, God gets quite iraaaaaate! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3245052-10446264?l=emilybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245052/posts/default/10446264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245052/posts/default/10446264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilybear.blogspot.com/2002_03_03_archive.html#10446264' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12444003080380114455</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-3245052.post-10402641</id><published>2002-03-05T03:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-05T03:56:44.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's so great having Regent's Park to walk home through.... I took a bit of a detour to take in the exterior of London Zoo though -- I saw some lemurs, camels, various birds and some wolves, I felt a little sad though, as they seemed to be so unkempt and unhappy (particularly the camels.) Perhaps if they made the whole of Regent's Park into their playground it'd be a little better... That said, I am a little mixed up about the whole urban zoo issue... It's great seeing wild creatures in the middle of the city, but it just seems like more could be done to give them a more natural environment.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I left the park feeling very happy and full of the joys of nature, blah, blah, blah... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely different topic... I checked out &lt;a href="http://www.ananova.com"&gt;ananova&lt;/a&gt; today, as I almost always do and was sad to hear about the story of a baby called Maria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two month old Maria was born with a rare condition which left her with, essentially, half a face.   According to her parents, doctors in the UK want to experiment on her.  The parents have a court order placed on them which means they are unable to remove their child from the care of the doctors and quite understandably they're really pissed about this.  An even sadder part of this story is that Maria was the only surviving child out of triplets. It'll take £500,000 to rebuild Maria's face, and her parents hope to have the reconstructive surgery done before she starts school.  The original story is here -- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ananova.com/news/story/sm_536247.html?menu=news.latestheadlines"&gt;Maria's story&lt;/a&gt; and here -- &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/hi/english/uk/england/newsid_1843000/1843138.stm"&gt;fundraising details&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't want to see this story farked -- I can just see this poor child being photoshopped into babyborg or something... please don't do it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3245052-10402641?l=emilybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245052/posts/default/10402641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245052/posts/default/10402641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilybear.blogspot.com/2002_03_03_archive.html#10402641' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12444003080380114455</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-3245052.post-10327675</id><published>2002-03-03T04:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-03T04:21:23.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a very strange but fun weekend... it started off with a burning man film festival at this mad london venue called the horse hospital.  I felt very much like I was amongst friends, which is a good thing.... I've decided to have this new policy in life that if someone looks like someone I should know, I will approach them with the mindset of them just being a friend I haven't met yet! It's surprisingly successful and oddly liberating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after the films ended it was only 10 o'clock on a Friday night in London, and as I and everybody else are becoming really bored with the club scene, we all decided to decamp to a friend's place -- a houseboat in Battersea -- and here's why it got a little strange... after much drinking and other stuff, the girl who lives on the boat piped up "has anyone got any crack?" At first I thought she was joking, but she wasn't... now, I like to indulge as much as the next bear, but crack! That's just toooo extreme for my tastes... and I'm a little worried that it wasn't for her.  Even worse, I found out later that she used to have a serious addiction problem with the stuff, she quit it, but obviously not successfully.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was more weirdness later, which I can't go into for reasons some of you will understand, but at 7.30 am that morning we all left the houseboat, slipping and sliding on the newly icy jetty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's now Sunday Morning.... I've wasted an entire day and night sleeping!  This is becoming a bit of a pattern....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3245052-10327675?l=emilybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245052/posts/default/10327675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245052/posts/default/10327675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilybear.blogspot.com/2002_03_03_archive.html#10327675' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12444003080380114455</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-3245052.post-10147670</id><published>2002-02-26T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-26T08:48:34.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>freaky freaky stuff! New &lt;a href="http://www.homestarrunner.com/sbemail15.html"&gt;Strong Bad&lt;/a&gt; e-mail!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3245052-10147670?l=emilybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245052/posts/default/10147670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245052/posts/default/10147670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilybear.blogspot.com/2002_02_24_archive.html#10147670' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12444003080380114455</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-3245052.post-10144699</id><published>2002-02-26T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-26T07:00:51.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do people not in England care or even know about Posh n' Becks? Beckingham Palace? Their child Brooklyn?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posh aka Victoria Beckham aka Posh Spice and her hubbie David Beckham - Football (the real kind) Superstar and saviour of the British nation, are resprogging.  The first child was conceived in Brooklyn, and rather cunningly was called Brooklyn.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Posh is up the spout again and Blue Square, the online bookmakers are offering odds of 1,000 - 1 that the new baby will be called Nightclub Toilet.  Other potential names you can place a bet on are -- Back Seat at odds of 500-1and posh's spice girl nemesis Geri at 100-1 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bookies say Joseph and Edward are the favourite names at 8-1 if the baby's a boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somewhat more likely IMHO would be a bet on him being called Mark or Spencer at 20-...  Beckham has just confirmed he'll help create a new range of Marks &amp; Spencer clothes for boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William Hill are running bets on the baby being named after a football ground, with Trafford at 50-1, Wembley at 100-1 and Anfield at 500-1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hills say it's odds-on at 4-5 that the baby will be a boy, while it has even money on a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue Square is offering odds of 8-11 that the Beckams will have a girl and evens that they'll have a boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William Hill have also opened a book on the couple becoming grandparents within 15 years, with the odds set at 10-1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reckon they should call the kid Prince or Princess just for the sake of irony...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3245052-10144699?l=emilybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245052/posts/default/10144699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245052/posts/default/10144699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilybear.blogspot.com/2002_02_24_archive.html#10144699' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12444003080380114455</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-3245052.post-10144203</id><published>2002-02-26T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-16T11:42:57.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's Tuesday, and I'm STILL recovering from my somewhat intense and mad weekend -- something about not getting to bed until 6am two days in a row (and then up by about 10am) just doesn't sit well with my health and well-being! I wonder why...... Over-tiredness + condiments + mr. charles = my current level of energy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3245052-10144203?l=emilybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245052/posts/default/10144203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245052/posts/default/10144203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilybear.blogspot.com/2002_02_24_archive.html#10144203' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12444003080380114455</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-3245052.post-9959655</id><published>2002-02-21T05:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-21T05:03:09.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ooh.... I don't know why but I'm in a really jolly mood today! hurrah!! I've finally finished, and e-mailed, something that I've been procrastinating over for WEEKS... and now that's done it is a huge relief!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're anything like me, you probably spend large chunks of time wondering about silly things like porn films with titles based on real films - But now I've found the definitive source for &lt;a href="http://www.vybr8r.com/porn_titles.asp"&gt;dodgy porn titles&lt;/a&gt; my life seems somehow a little more complete... one of my favorite titles being - Behind Enema Lines !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what else can I find to amuse myself today.... hmmm Liza's wedding present wishlist is a bit dull -- But I think I'll get her the 12 platters at $2,900 a pop! &lt;a href="http://wedding.weddingchannel.com/search_purchase/guest_view_store.asp?retailer_registry_uid=172575368&amp;listby=dept&amp;retailer_uid=10710"&gt;well, she's only going to get married once, right?&lt;/a&gt; Or perhaps just one spoon would suffice...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3245052-9959655?l=emilybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245052/posts/default/9959655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245052/posts/default/9959655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilybear.blogspot.com/2002_02_17_archive.html#9959655' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12444003080380114455</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-3245052.post-9933126</id><published>2002-02-20T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-20T12:38:27.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am at best, a reluctant AOL user.... but when I got an upgrade disk (actually 4 of them) through the post, I thought I'd upgrade 6.0 to 7.0.  Perhaps all the exciting new features that I'm probably not going to use, but want! Goddammit!!, would be worth the installation time.  But noooooo, it wasn't to be that easy.  Once installed, every time I tried to launch the exciting new AOL 7.0, my computer crashed.  It seemed to be crashing because I wanted it to connect via modem -- AOL insisted that I connect via an ISP connection that I don't actually have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I called them...... and an hour later a grouchy sounding Scottish woman came on the phone and informed me that my computer's modem wasn't compatible with AOL 7.0 and I either had to stick with 6.0 or install some new drivers!!!!!!! How crap is that! I'm working on a new computer (XP), this is a new AOL - how come they didn't think about this when they were designing the stupid system!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't mind so much but a/ I feel like I'm missing out on something, b/I wasted at least 2 hours of my life first installing the bloody thing and then being on hold and c/ Nowhere on the site or the upgrade disk did it say anything about the system not being compatible with my modem... oh! and d/ now I can't enter the fabulous competition to win a car...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3245052-9933126?l=emilybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245052/posts/default/9933126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245052/posts/default/9933126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilybear.blogspot.com/2002_02_17_archive.html#9933126' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12444003080380114455</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-3245052.post-9790519</id><published>2002-02-16T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-16T10:54:12.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No spiral clouds today, sadly, but even though yet again I'm feeling uncertain about my future (my contract ended and I don't know when the next one may be), I feel pretty good about life.  I feel ready to take control again, and one of the things I'm doing to make this happen is that I have decided to quit smoking.  I know everyone who knows me will say "yeah right" and "i'll believe that when I see it", I am determined to prove all those naysayers wrong.  I'm tired of having my life revolve around a silly little stick that'll probably eventually kill me.  I'm tired of paying out thousands of pounds to smoke something that doesn't even get me high. I'm tired of feeling guilty every time I buy that next packet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe writing this all down will help....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3245052-9790519?l=emilybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245052/posts/default/9790519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245052/posts/default/9790519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilybear.blogspot.com/2002_02_10_archive.html#9790519' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12444003080380114455</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-3245052.post-9721900</id><published>2002-02-14T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-14T09:22:36.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY! life is suddenly looking a lot more peachy -- I am sitting listening to Delirium and looking out of the window when I see SPIRAL clouds!! not just one or two but several -- and I'm completely straight when I say this and when I see them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish life could always be as beautiful as my immediate version of it is.  The sky is as blue as the most beautiful California sky, and the clouds are just making me feel downright furry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even my hard heart melted somewhat when I saw what must be the best geek marriage &lt;a href="http://slashdot.org/articles/02/02/14/143254.shtml?tid=166"&gt;proposal&lt;/a&gt; ever...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3245052-9721900?l=emilybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245052/posts/default/9721900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245052/posts/default/9721900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilybear.blogspot.com/2002_02_10_archive.html#9721900' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12444003080380114455</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-3245052.post-9718710</id><published>2002-02-14T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-14T05:31:09.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>much as I am not particularly enjoying this year's Valentine's Day - not one card! not one stinking card! not even an e-card!!!! -- I wouldn't want to wish this -- &lt;a href="http://news.ninemsn.com.au/world/story_26220.asp"&gt;potential atrocity&lt;/a&gt; on anyone... exploding teddy bears are just a step too far! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3245052-9718710?l=emilybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245052/posts/default/9718710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245052/posts/default/9718710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilybear.blogspot.com/2002_02_10_archive.html#9718710' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12444003080380114455</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-3245052.post-9640703</id><published>2002-02-12T05:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-12T05:05:04.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Grrrr...Valentine's day is slooooowly creeping up on us again.  I will not be celebrating it, but I found this wonderful site with lots of lovely Valentine's cards - &lt;a href="http://www.somethingawful.com/features/rejectedvalentines/"&gt;from Something Awful&lt;/a&gt; Beware though, if you're expecting slushy sentimentality think again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3245052-9640703?l=emilybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245052/posts/default/9640703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245052/posts/default/9640703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilybear.blogspot.com/2002_02_10_archive.html#9640703' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12444003080380114455</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-3245052.post-9530173</id><published>2002-02-08T14:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-12T05:05:57.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you're reading this in the UK you'll know exactly what I'm talking about when I say the words &lt;a href="http://www.popidolonline.co.uk/"&gt;POP IDOL&lt;/a&gt;... If you're not then to understand without bothering to hit on the link - it's the biggest thing currently on British TV, a talent show which aims to find a pop idol who will be launched to the British public - the final is tomorrow and I REALLY, REALLY want Will to win, but he won't.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****UPDATE***** The Wonderful Will, Won! Hurrah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo - here's a lovely video to show you what the show would be like in an &lt;a href="http://www.rathergood.com/popidol/"&gt;alternate reality &lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But songs by daleks aside -- I got back in touch with my friend &lt;a href="http://sinnedangels.com/kaila/"&gt;Kaila&lt;/a&gt; yesterday and it was a Very Lovely Thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3245052-9530173?l=emilybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245052/posts/default/9530173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245052/posts/default/9530173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilybear.blogspot.com/2002_02_03_archive.html#9530173' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12444003080380114455</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-3245052.post-9481218</id><published>2002-02-07T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-07T08:53:30.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK now this is really spookie -- no soon as &lt;a href="http://www.dailyblah.com"&gt;Chris&lt;/a&gt; gets knocked off the front page of blogdex (quite spectacularly it would appear!) Another friend of mine is at number 10 with his video&lt;a href="http://www.starbuckscocacolagap.com/ "&gt; Consumption&lt;/a&gt;... Two times in as many days -- perhaps I ALWAYS know someone on the front page, just never look at the right time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very Strange Indeed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3245052-9481218?l=emilybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245052/posts/default/9481218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245052/posts/default/9481218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilybear.blogspot.com/2002_02_03_archive.html#9481218' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12444003080380114455</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-3245052.post-9455886</id><published>2002-02-06T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-06T15:46:18.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aha! my cunning plan worked... well probably not! well, congrats &lt;a href="http://www.dailyblah.com"&gt;Chris&lt;/a&gt; for making number one... even if it IS for your article rather than your blog...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3245052-9455886?l=emilybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245052/posts/default/9455886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245052/posts/default/9455886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilybear.blogspot.com/2002_02_03_archive.html#9455886' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12444003080380114455</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-3245052.post-9433420</id><published>2002-02-06T02:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-06T03:57:15.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This whole blog business is a funny thing really - you get the impression that it's all just one big community with everyone connected with their dreams/quest for exposure whatever... that's one of the reasons I suggested &lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,1101020211-198891,00.html"&gt;Chris Taylor&lt;/a&gt; of Time Magazine did the article in the first place... The other reason is that I just love to find new places to visit on the internet and it whiles away HOURS when I'm at a loose end at work or home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I was a little surprised to see such animosity about his column - people seem pissed off that he dared encroach on their little world of bloggage - although on the very same day the bbc posted another article on the same subject (I won't post a link as I want Chris to beat him in the blogdex ratings and every little link counts!)&lt;br /&gt;At least Chris has bothered to put himself out on the line and actually create his own blog -&lt;a href="http://www.dailyblah.com"&gt;www.dailyblah.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be interesting to see if he can maintain his blognoriety or whether he's going to make an enemy of himself by failing to update enough - y'all just know all the naysayers are waiting in breathless anticipation for his site's demise...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3245052-9433420?l=emilybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245052/posts/default/9433420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245052/posts/default/9433420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilybear.blogspot.com/2002_02_03_archive.html#9433420' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12444003080380114455</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-3245052.post-9195549</id><published>2002-01-30T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-30T06:43:25.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Oh No! Teddy's Been Stolen!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Britons are more concerned about losing their teddy bear to burglars than having them make off with their widescreen television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A survey run by financial services group npower found a quarter of people most fear having their teddy or other keepsakes stolen,  compared with just 1% who worry about jewellery being taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next on the list were keys, with nearly one in 10 dreading having to face the hassle of changing locks, followed by televisions, which 9% of people said they would least like to lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 10% of 2,000 people questioned said they most feared burglars taking off with their pets, while 6% were concerned about their DVD player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 1% were anxious that thieves might steal their credit cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women are more likely to worry about sentimental items being stolen than men, with 61% fearing coming home to find items such as wedding photos missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By contrast, men are more concerned about electronic goods, with 29% compared with 15% of women, worried that burglars may take their television, hi-fi or DVD player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People living in East Anglia are most worried about losing their teddies, with 40% dreading them being stolen, while 1% of people in the region said they were scared burglars would take their garden gnomes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One in four Northerners said they would least like to have their widescreen television taken, while family pets topped the poll for people living in Wales, with 15% worried they would be stolen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3245052-9195549?l=emilybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245052/posts/default/9195549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245052/posts/default/9195549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilybear.blogspot.com/2002_01_27_archive.html#9195549' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12444003080380114455</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-3245052.post-9095005</id><published>2002-01-27T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-30T06:37:35.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's nearly &lt;a href="http://www.burningman.com"&gt;time for BURNING MAN! &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Day, Calooh Calay She Chortled in her joy.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3245052-9095005?l=emilybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245052/posts/default/9095005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245052/posts/default/9095005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilybear.blogspot.com/2002_01_27_archive.html#9095005' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12444003080380114455</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-3245052.post-8898947</id><published>2002-01-21T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-21T06:53:56.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ooh! Suits You Sir! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so very naughty right now... I'm writing this while I'm meant to be doing some work... I just can't bring myself to actually do what I'm meant to be doing though!  Anyway... I couldn't help wonder at what "really happened" in W's Pretzel episode... could we be looking at "Pretzelgate"? V. doubtful, but still.... The lovely people at the Brains Trust have put together a guide for &lt;a href="http://www.thebrainstrust.co.uk/pretzel.php"&gt;pretzel eating and comfort&lt;/a&gt; which amused me greatly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta for now....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3245052-8898947?l=emilybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245052/posts/default/8898947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245052/posts/default/8898947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilybear.blogspot.com/2002_01_20_archive.html#8898947' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12444003080380114455</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-3245052.post-8654749</id><published>2002-01-13T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-13T10:36:29.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been ages and ages since I updated la blog, but I've been really busy! Honest!!  I'm just off out to see my friend  &lt;a href="http://www.tobyslater.com"&gt;Toby &lt;/a&gt; in action, musically! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't got much time to say anything else, but visit  &lt;a href="http://www.pringles.com/meet.shtml"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; link and tell me if the bottom picture isn't iPringle!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3245052-8654749?l=emilybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245052/posts/default/8654749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245052/posts/default/8654749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilybear.blogspot.com/2002_01_13_archive.html#8654749' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12444003080380114455</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-3245052.post-8197397</id><published>2001-12-26T02:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-26T02:54:14.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some gifts I would have liked to have had this year but didn't --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cal-a-vie.com/"&gt;a lovely spa vacation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thesmart.co.uk/"&gt;an eco-car&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bsm.co.uk/"&gt;a course of lessons here to go with the car&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.agentprovocateur.com "&gt;and a shopping spree here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3245052-8197397?l=emilybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245052/posts/default/8197397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245052/posts/default/8197397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilybear.blogspot.com/2001_12_23_archive.html#8197397' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12444003080380114455</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-3245052.post-8170695</id><published>2001-12-24T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-24T13:43:21.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OOH NO!!!!!! -- US and Canadian military officials say they almost forgot about tracking Santa Claus on satellite this year. They've been so busy since the September 11 attacks it wasn't until Santa sent them an email they remembered, they say. The North American Aerospace Defence Command &lt;A HREF="http://www.noradsanta.org" target="_blank"&gt;website&lt;/A&gt; shows Santa's journey across the world.&lt;/p&gt; As well you know.....&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;p&gt;It's the military group which tracks all man-made objects flying in space. Canadian Army Major Douglas Martin told the &lt;A HREF="http://www.sun-sentinel.com" target="_blank"&gt;South Florida Sun-Sentinel&lt;/A&gt;: "Normally we contact Santa at the end of September, early October, to discuss some of the features of the technology. Because of the horrific events of September 11, we literally forgot to contact him this year."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;p&gt;He says Santa eventually sent an email saying: "I realise how busy you have been lately, but would you kindly track me again this year? I find it so convenient because the children know they have to go to sleep before I arrive." In New York and Washington fighter planes will patrol the skies for Santa - as they have since September 11, the major adds.&lt;/p&gt; Pwew! I never realised how close I was to NOT being able to track santa this year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3245052-8170695?l=emilybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245052/posts/default/8170695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245052/posts/default/8170695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilybear.blogspot.com/2001_12_23_archive.html#8170695' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12444003080380114455</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-3245052.post-8168822</id><published>2001-12-24T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-26T02:59:16.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy holidays! I'm sitting here biding my time, watching a fine adaptation of Alice in Wonderland on the telly and wondering whether I should haul my ass out to go to midnight mass.... If I don't, I know I'll really regret it, as it is the only thing that makes Christmas seem like Christmas anymore....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few of my favourite blogs -- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stormwerks.com/linked/"&gt;#!usr/bin/girl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.memepool.com"&gt;memepool&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogdex.media.mit.edu/"&gt;blogdex&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pithlog.com/"&gt;pith and vinegar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flutterby.com/"&gt;flutterby!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://catless.ncl.ac.uk/Lindsay/weblog/latest.html"&gt;Bifurcated Rivets&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- there are of course a gazillion that I can't think of right now... all my favourites were indexed on my old work computer, and as I no longer work there.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3245052-8168822?l=emilybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245052/posts/default/8168822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245052/posts/default/8168822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilybear.blogspot.com/2001_12_23_archive.html#8168822' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12444003080380114455</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-3245052.post-8152575</id><published>2001-12-23T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-23T16:44:15.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've just got off a speaker phone conversation with one of my favourite men in television -- &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.com/onair/bios/r_prince.asp"&gt; Rod Prince&lt;/a&gt; -- he retired today and as I couldn't be in New York to attend his farewell party, the folks at NBC thought it'd be nice if I said my goodbyes on the telephone.... he seemed gobsmacked and was obviously very emotional about leaving.  It'll certainly mean the end of an era for weekend news on that channel -- I just hope it can keep on kicking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's nearly Christmas Eve and I've just spent the last few days with a friend of mine, we've been doing all sorts of lovely things -- &lt;a href="http://www.cirquedusoleil.com"&gt; Cirque du Soleil &lt;/a&gt;, a play called &lt;a href="http://www.albemarle-london.com/stones.html"&gt;Stones In His Pockets&lt;/a&gt; and standing tickets at a mere £10 for &lt;a href="http://www.disney.co.uk/MusicalTheatre/TheLionKing/index_fs.htm"&gt; The Lion King&lt;/a&gt; -- He's gone off to spend Christmas with his family and will be back for about 10 minutes before not seeing the new year in with me.  I don't care though because while he's being debauched in  &lt;a href="http://www.bajalife.com/"&gt; Baja &lt;/a&gt;, I will be spending it with people who actually give a s**t about my feelings at &lt;a href="http://www.ministryofsound.co.uk/dome/"&gt; Ministry in the Millennium Dome&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of my bitching though, have you been keeping track of  &lt;a href="http://www.noradsanta.org/"&gt;santa?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd better, cos then you'll have a chance to amend all your naughtiness this year....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3245052-8152575?l=emilybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245052/posts/default/8152575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245052/posts/default/8152575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilybear.blogspot.com/2001_12_23_archive.html#8152575' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12444003080380114455</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-3245052.post-8003543</id><published>2001-12-17T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-17T17:58:21.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just wanted to add this link -- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lileks.com/institute/right.html"&gt;The Institute of Official Cheer&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- It contains one of my all time favourite sites, a retrospective of the artist Art Frahm who made it his lifes work to study the effect of celery on loose elastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3245052-8003543?l=emilybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245052/posts/default/8003543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245052/posts/default/8003543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilybear.blogspot.com/2001_12_16_archive.html#8003543' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12444003080380114455</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-3245052.post-7986523</id><published>2001-12-17T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-17T06:00:02.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's another grey day in London town, so I went on a quest to try and discover places I would like to visit.  I discovered this site -- &lt;a href="http://www.whatsgoingon.com/100things.cgi"&gt;Whatsgoingon.com&lt;/a&gt; who have written a book detailing the 100 things you should do before you die... I found some things there I never dreamt existed -- a town they set ablaze once a year, the migration of monarch butterflies and a giant celebration for eating bull's testicles! -- The site detail the 100 things and give you tasters from the book, including a whole list of links for each thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's my holiday plans set for the next year, but how to amuse myself while I'm stuck in waiting for the delivery guy (he has a 10 hour window when he might arrive... grrr!!!) --  I finally went to see a friend's site -- she has a bizarre animation of a &lt;a href="http://www.matazone.co.uk/kitty1.html"&gt;kitty&lt;/a&gt; which is strange but eerily familiar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's it for now, back soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3245052-7986523?l=emilybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245052/posts/default/7986523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245052/posts/default/7986523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilybear.blogspot.com/2001_12_16_archive.html#7986523' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12444003080380114455</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-3245052.post-7959453</id><published>2001-12-15T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-15T17:02:03.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Greetings from the very first edition of emilybear... I'm sitting here wondering what to write, feeling very jetlagged and thinking that I'm never going to be able to get back into a London time zone -- right now, I feel like I should be in New York timewise.... strange, as I just got back from San Francisco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right then! I'm going to try and link something suitable for the &lt;A href="http://www.jesusdressup.com"&gt; Christmas season .&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/BODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is hurtling towards us so alarmingly  - hope it works!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye for now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emilybear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3245052-7959453?l=emilybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245052/posts/default/7959453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245052/posts/default/7959453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilybear.blogspot.com/2001_12_09_archive.html#7959453' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12444003080380114455</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>
