<?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-5741508</id><updated>2011-07-14T16:24:17.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the BisonBlog</title><subtitle type='html'>ndsu students and ndsu faculty join their blogs and thoughts together in midwestern harmony.  the BisonBlog will: contain stories about/by ndsu bloggers, support questions and comments by ndsu bloggers, and be a friendly online campus community.  [The BisonBlog is core to Sybil Priebe's research.]
</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sybil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756611398347684249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUeK5aiJHcY/S0lCutmKdpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/cdX68KWAQvI/S220/me2.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>421</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741508.post-109397519993682153</id><published>2004-08-31T12:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T12:59:59.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New news: We are now located at- http://bisonblog.acm.ndsu.nodak.edu--&gt;What you need to do is go there, sign up for an account, and then I have to "approve" your account info. Signing up for an account automatically signs you up for a blog on the NDSU server. Unfortunately, we don't get to play around with the template much (for example, I'd like to have green and gold on the first page) on the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/109397519993682153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/109397519993682153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_08_29_archive.html#109397519993682153' title=''/><author><name>Sybil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756611398347684249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUeK5aiJHcY/S0lCutmKdpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/cdX68KWAQvI/S220/me2.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741508.post-109383325529715902</id><published>2004-08-29T21:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T21:34:46.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kristi--I was thisclose to buying a new 4th Generation iPod... then I started hearing about how some of them have a problem with the headphone jack and the hard drive making noises through the headphones or something. So, I think I have decided to postpone my purchase of one until Apple figures out what is wrong with it. Apparently the problem doesn't affect all iPods, but enough to cause a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/109383325529715902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/109383325529715902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_08_29_archive.html#109383325529715902' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06577741020615772159</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-5741508.post-109357071308615500</id><published>2004-08-26T20:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T20:38:33.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey guys, long time no post! The board kind of dried up for the summer, but it seems to be getting a bit more activity now. Sybil and Dave - I'm jealous of you guys because I really miss my days at the Spectrum. It was such a fun job and I had such cool co-workers. And Dave, the section editors actually get paid pretty decent so if you like it, I'd suggest sticking around and applying in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/109357071308615500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/109357071308615500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_08_22_archive.html#109357071308615500' title=''/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185297431394452681</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-5741508.post-109348868714264646</id><published>2004-08-25T21:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T21:51:27.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dave, that's cool that you are going to be a news writer.... yea, not a lot of people know you get PAID. Some freshman came in today to write for the Sports section, and he was shocked. It's funny to me.As for advertising the BisonBlog, I need to wait until our server space is set up. Would hate to advertise and then have to move people to a new system right after they get on this one. I am </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/109348868714264646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/109348868714264646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_08_22_archive.html#109348868714264646' title=''/><author><name>Sybil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756611398347684249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUeK5aiJHcY/S0lCutmKdpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/cdX68KWAQvI/S220/me2.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741508.post-109345826889253289</id><published>2004-08-25T13:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T13:24:28.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I went into the Spectrum office today to see about writing a column.  Sybil wasn't there but the news editor, who happens to have her computer next to the door, managed to snag me.  Therefore I am now a news writer.  Oh well, perhaps I'll still have time to write an opinion column.  Oh yeah, why didn't anybody tell me that they pay people for articles!  I would've been on this a long time ago had</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/109345826889253289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/109345826889253289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_08_22_archive.html#109345826889253289' title=''/><author><name>david</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01385357935131993735</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-5741508.post-109341268035970444</id><published>2004-08-25T00:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T00:44:40.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>aargh I just lost my entry, grrr. Now I feel lazy and don't want to retype it all. How is everyone doing?I have been reading journals here and there. I tried to make a comment on one of you guys xanga journal, but they would not let me... Not that what I wanted to say was super interesting, but still I was disappointed. It was about a trip to europe if I remember well.Hmm I got a couple of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/109341268035970444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/109341268035970444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_08_22_archive.html#109341268035970444' title=''/><author><name>Helene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05248638928170831444</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-5741508.post-109339153605808285</id><published>2004-08-24T18:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T18:52:16.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I am about to add all my students to Blogger. This should be a busy semester for me.. three classes AND the Spectrum AND my thesis research. Goodness!Good luck to all of you this week.. and if you could tell people that the Spectrum needs writers.. and the BisonBlog is always looking for more bloggers... Oh, we SHOULD be on an NDSU server very very very soon. Cool beans, eh?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/109339153605808285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/109339153605808285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_08_22_archive.html#109339153605808285' title=''/><author><name>Sybil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756611398347684249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUeK5aiJHcY/S0lCutmKdpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/cdX68KWAQvI/S220/me2.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741508.post-109331224136030070</id><published>2004-08-23T20:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T20:50:41.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's obvious school is about to start when it's impossible to get on web ALFI and what are they doing getting rid of phone ALFI?  Bah, I just want to print out my schedule :(Classes begin tomorrow. I pray everybody else out there at least knows where they have to be.God BlessDiscrete Dave&lt;&gt;&lt;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/109331224136030070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/109331224136030070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_08_22_archive.html#109331224136030070' title=''/><author><name>david</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01385357935131993735</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-5741508.post-109243981975505023</id><published>2004-08-13T18:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T18:30:19.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The downlow on the skinny is this: We may be moving to an NDSU server by next Tuesday. Key word: May. Yup. I'll keep ya'll posted.My TTGT presentation today about you guys and the BB went well. I was able to answer questions about us in a professional manner (you know, not using the words "stuff" and "things" which I am very good at using), so that was cool. (Oops, I still use words like "cool"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/109243981975505023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/109243981975505023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_08_08_archive.html#109243981975505023' title=''/><author><name>Sybil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756611398347684249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUeK5aiJHcY/S0lCutmKdpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/cdX68KWAQvI/S220/me2.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741508.post-109226874415120205</id><published>2004-08-11T18:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T18:59:04.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Been a little bit since I've been on here.  The summer's been a busy one for me, although I'm not quite certain what it was that ate up all of my time, except for work anyway.  Only two more days left for me in the Dry Bean lab then I'm free; Whoo-hoo!  On Friday heading off to WY with a beutful girl in the seat beside me to visit my mom.  I'll be sure to give her the "word" Sybil seems so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/109226874415120205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/109226874415120205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_08_08_archive.html#109226874415120205' title=''/><author><name>david</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01385357935131993735</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-5741508.post-10921153389770519</id><published>2004-08-10T00:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T00:22:18.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's just another Manic Monday.. well, I think it WAS, however, the computer's clock hasn't re-adjusted so who knows.So, if it's Ticked Off Tuesday, then I am stumped since I am not ticked off about much. Just got done brainstorming and reflecting more on the stuff I have been reading for my thesis (see individual blog for more on that). I am a little braindead, but I am glad I wrote today. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/10921153389770519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/10921153389770519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_08_08_archive.html#10921153389770519' title=''/><author><name>Sybil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756611398347684249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUeK5aiJHcY/S0lCutmKdpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/cdX68KWAQvI/S220/me2.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741508.post-109201099903145590</id><published>2004-08-08T19:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T19:23:19.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My perfect summer weekend would consist of...-Warm, but not too hot weather-A girl by my side... I know which one too...-The calender saying "June"-- that way I know there's still two more months of summer left-A lot of laughter, and all around good times...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/109201099903145590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/109201099903145590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_08_08_archive.html#109201099903145590' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06577741020615772159</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-5741508.post-109137676622950771</id><published>2004-08-01T11:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T11:12:46.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey all.It's gorgeous out today, so I am glad I called in sick to work. Yippee. May have to lay out before I possibly go shopping. A perfect summer weekend: a little shopping, a little partying, sleeping in, and some sun.What do you all need your perfect summer weekend to consist of?Come to think of it, I wouldn't mind adding tubing on the Ottertail on that list. Or eating icecream. Best </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/109137676622950771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/109137676622950771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109137676622950771' title=''/><author><name>Sybil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756611398347684249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUeK5aiJHcY/S0lCutmKdpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/cdX68KWAQvI/S220/me2.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741508.post-109110920671018047</id><published>2004-07-29T08:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T08:53:47.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey Everybody, Well it's Thursday and I'm thankful Cuz I have Milano cookies and I'm an uncle For music, art, and libraries Some sort of goddess-her name is Carrie My very extended, second family, they're all great And for not yet knowing my fate Isn't July supposed to be warm?  What's up with this weather?  It should be in the upper 90's by now, but, hasn't been.  Not that I'd have time </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/109110920671018047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/109110920671018047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_07_25_archive.html#109110920671018047' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17218723548757956691</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-5741508.post-109087804722213551</id><published>2004-07-26T16:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T16:40:47.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey all it has been a long long time was just reading over some of the blogs on here and they are still interesting as always, not much to say for a manic monday, but I just wanted to say to Helene that there is a really good car place in Moorhead. It is called Darells I do believe it is down fourteenth street, he does great work and won't rip you off. Just a thought in case your butt is really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/109087804722213551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/109087804722213551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_07_25_archive.html#109087804722213551' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11364245362819954055</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-5741508.post-109085265480649193</id><published>2004-07-26T09:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T09:37:34.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey everyone,Well, it's a manic Monday and my wild working week has began again.  A long tract of sleep deprivation with a dentist appointment to squeeze in...somehow.  I can hardly wait to get rid of my nasty smile and get a new one.  I only have eleven days left at my school.  I'm trying to prep for my final, but am too distracted by this unusual need to listen to swing.  Must overcome it.  Or</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/109085265480649193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/109085265480649193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_07_25_archive.html#109085265480649193' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17218723548757956691</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-5741508.post-109063084091045102</id><published>2004-07-23T19:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T20:00:40.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well i had to come and check the new buttons ppl are talking about. I guess it's ok. I feel like I am going to be too lazy to do the multicolor post soon.My lil car died, alternator went kapout... I will bike around town, I am sure my butt will quit hurting after a while. hey I am sure I'll spend less money that way. I have to save my pennies. I was informed that it'd be better and faster for me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/109063084091045102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/109063084091045102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_07_18_archive.html#109063084091045102' title=''/><author><name>Helene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05248638928170831444</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-5741508.post-109043431601856357</id><published>2004-07-21T13:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T13:25:16.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am sweaty. Once again.. Blogger looks different and works better on this stupid Dell than on my Mac.Erg.In our house, both my computer (iBook) and my brother's Dell were/are hooked up to the same cable internet. Which computer got a virus from pop-ups and crap? That's right, the DELL. Sucker!I am about to be a guinea pig for the Psych dept. $10 compensation for me taking tests relating to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/109043431601856357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/109043431601856357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_07_18_archive.html#109043431601856357' title=''/><author><name>Sybil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756611398347684249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUeK5aiJHcY/S0lCutmKdpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/cdX68KWAQvI/S220/me2.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741508.post-109009791123506334</id><published>2004-07-17T15:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-17T15:58:31.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey yea... new buttons. WTH (what the heck... pg-13 rated even)! Must've happened overnight or sumthang.Just got back from watching softball games at Anderson field.. sheesh, just WATCHING the games made me sweat... is that right? I do love this weather, however, I am with you David.. sunburn sucks. I do like to get a little sun (rosy cheeks, rosy tops of knees), but I think I made have fried </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/109009791123506334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/109009791123506334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_07_11_archive.html#109009791123506334' title=''/><author><name>Sybil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756611398347684249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUeK5aiJHcY/S0lCutmKdpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/cdX68KWAQvI/S220/me2.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741508.post-108994163163243976</id><published>2004-07-15T20:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T20:46:03.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I know everybody else is loving this weather. I would probably be enjoying it too. Except,  I have to work under the blazing sun 6-8 hours everyday.  My arms are so red from sun burn that it hurts when the sleeves of my t-shirt touch them.  The sun sucks all of the energy out of me.  I was not created to work outside.  God obviously had other plans for me.   The new buttons on blogger are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108994163163243976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108994163163243976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_07_11_archive.html#108994163163243976' title=''/><author><name>david</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01385357935131993735</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-5741508.post-108958420833116535</id><published>2004-07-11T17:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T17:16:48.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm with you Charles. I don't get the "I am going to move to ____"... the people I know that want to get out of here so badly are the types that won't be happy anywhere anyhow so whatever. You gots to be happy with who you are inside and out before you can 1) love another person, 2) actually realize that the place you are at isn't working. For instance, my friends F and J. They were living in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108958420833116535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108958420833116535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_07_11_archive.html#108958420833116535' title=''/><author><name>Sybil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756611398347684249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUeK5aiJHcY/S0lCutmKdpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/cdX68KWAQvI/S220/me2.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741508.post-10895679536430139</id><published>2004-07-11T12:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T12:50:23.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okey... this has been bothering me for a while, and it's going to come out of the blue since I haven't been on here in a while...Why does everyone want to go to California? What is so great about it? I honestly do not see anything so grand about going there, or anything about it. They have a shitty basketball team *ahem*... there's too many people packed into too small of locations... and the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/10895679536430139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/10895679536430139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_07_11_archive.html#10895679536430139' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06577741020615772159</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-5741508.post-108907563257467316</id><published>2004-07-05T19:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T12:06:04.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hmm I tried to postt this entry a while back but it did not show up in the blog, but obviously it is in the system, so here we go again. Let me know if you see it twice.hey guys, what have you been up to? Not much going on here, worked all week end instead of getting a free ride to the cities to go see my bf and the fireworks. Talking about a ride to the cities, would any of you happen to drive </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108907563257467316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108907563257467316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_07_04_archive.html#108907563257467316' title=''/><author><name>Helene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05248638928170831444</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-5741508.post-108869648585477260</id><published>2004-07-01T10:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T10:41:25.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>First Concert: a pretty cool accapella group.Favorite Concert:  when I got to see Deliverance and Tourniquet. First time I realized that Christians could make music other than boring gospel or watered down pop. If you ever want to hear some of the most intense and talented metal look to groups like Deliverance, Tourniquet, Mortification out of the early '90s.Current Song: It is a tie between </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108869648585477260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108869648585477260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_06_27_archive.html#108869648585477260' title=''/><author><name>Jeremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952938407222350632</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-5741508.post-108826880527260187</id><published>2004-06-26T11:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-26T11:54:51.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kristi: I am working/training in at USBank. I'm using it to keep busy and make money this summer. I may keep it during the school year for extra dough because they let you bring stuff to read/do when it's slow. So far, it's been cool. And the people I am training with are awesome. We'll see I suppose...Favorite Concert: Well, I just saw Prince the other weekend with my sis in the cities which </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108826880527260187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108826880527260187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_06_20_archive.html#108826880527260187' title=''/><author><name>Sybil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756611398347684249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUeK5aiJHcY/S0lCutmKdpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/cdX68KWAQvI/S220/me2.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741508.post-10882226346180287</id><published>2004-06-25T23:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T23:04:49.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think my best concert is... ugh too many choices... I'd prolly have to say the Jagermeister Tour was the best, because so many good bands were there for it. But GlassJAw was right up there, because I was so close to the band, and they were my favorites at the time.Does WE-Fest count as a first concert? *hides face*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/10882226346180287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/10882226346180287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_06_20_archive.html#10882226346180287' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06577741020615772159</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-5741508.post-108812797936258011</id><published>2004-06-24T20:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T20:46:19.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sybil - where are you working? I ask because I worked at a call center last summer and I'm wondering if it is the same place. I miss summer volleyball....  My current summer song: "California Songs" by Local H. That guy has a bad attitude, and I love it. Talk about sentimental; Local H were the very first concert I ever went to. I was 15, and I drove 7 hours from Mandan to Minneapolis to see </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108812797936258011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108812797936258011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_06_20_archive.html#108812797936258011' title=''/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185297431394452681</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-5741508.post-108811862360454917</id><published>2004-06-24T18:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T18:10:23.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey all.Thought I'd get on here today. I even put it on my to-do list. That's crazy!So, working at this call center may be pretty cool after all. I guess we take calls all day, and time flies when I am on the phone.. I know that much. What's insane to me is this: We are going through more training (two weeks worth) whereas when I became a high school teacher, I had NONE. Taking a phone call </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108811862360454917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108811862360454917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_06_20_archive.html#108811862360454917' title=''/><author><name>Sybil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756611398347684249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUeK5aiJHcY/S0lCutmKdpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/cdX68KWAQvI/S220/me2.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741508.post-108803821663385390</id><published>2004-06-23T19:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T19:50:16.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Helene - definately email me! It's pretty rough being new in a town where you dont know anyone. I haven't gone to any bars or coffee shops yet, so I can't offer any insight on that, but I'd be glad to explore the scene if you ever want to go out. I work at a small company and most of my coworkers are married and settled down, so no one wants to hang out. You are right about everyone working at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108803821663385390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108803821663385390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_06_20_archive.html#108803821663385390' title=''/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185297431394452681</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-5741508.post-108796353531023351</id><published>2004-06-22T23:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T23:05:35.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hi Kristi, good to know someone is there! I got a post doc at the mayo clinic. I think that the mayo clinic employs 1/3 of the population of the town, the other 1/3 is at IBM and I would bet that the last 1/3 works in hotels and restaurants around the hospital. So do tell, how is the town? any nice bars, coffee shops? I tried a couple of restaurant when I went for my interview but thats it. What </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108796353531023351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108796353531023351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_06_20_archive.html#108796353531023351' title=''/><author><name>Helene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05248638928170831444</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-5741508.post-108795376990943125</id><published>2004-06-22T20:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T20:22:49.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Helene - that is great that you are moving to Rochester! Then I will (kind of) know someone in my own town.  I got a job there too and started a few weeks ago. It isn't a bad place; actually it's a lot like Fargo but more people in a smaller area. Where did you get a job?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108795376990943125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108795376990943125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_06_20_archive.html#108795376990943125' title=''/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185297431394452681</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-5741508.post-108786446552392003</id><published>2004-06-21T19:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T19:34:25.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow congratulations!!!! That is great, congrats to all three of you.Sybil, do you think our boys would like it if they knew we call them boys? Well actually the way he and I make farting noises on the phone to make the other one laugh would definitely makes us both fit into the boy and girl category. Oh by the way, it is good to read you happy again. I hope things work out for you.Brad, thanks </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108786446552392003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108786446552392003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_06_20_archive.html#108786446552392003' title=''/><author><name>Helene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05248638928170831444</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-5741508.post-108786092362366292</id><published>2004-06-21T18:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T18:35:23.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We're PUBLISHED!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108786092362366292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108786092362366292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_06_20_archive.html#108786092362366292' title=''/><author><name>Sybil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756611398347684249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUeK5aiJHcY/S0lCutmKdpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/cdX68KWAQvI/S220/me2.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741508.post-108750949394445133</id><published>2004-06-17T16:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T16:58:25.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Howdy all-So, because I've shared bad personal news, I also share good personal updates:The boy (I like calling him that too, Helene..) and I got back together. He couldn't resist this crazy blogger, and, so, here we go again on better terms. *cross fingers*Since I had been boggled down by that part of my life, the academic in me hasn't done much with her blogging thesis. Oops. I have been </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108750949394445133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108750949394445133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_06_13_archive.html#108750949394445133' title=''/><author><name>Sybil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756611398347684249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUeK5aiJHcY/S0lCutmKdpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/cdX68KWAQvI/S220/me2.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741508.post-108743136764817402</id><published>2004-06-16T19:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T19:16:07.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hi all.  I haven't posted much since Bison Blog built some momentum--didn't want to interfere with a good thing.  As a professor, I know I can kill a good conversation just by looking in the direction of a group of students ; )But, that said, I just got back from the annual "Computers and Writing" conference and wanted to let everyone know that blogging is still a hot topic among teachers of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108743136764817402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108743136764817402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_06_13_archive.html#108743136764817402' title=''/><author><name>Kevin Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09587202724486827943</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-5741508.post-108740519022020787</id><published>2004-06-16T11:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T11:59:50.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yeah, actual cows.  Hmmm, how would I describe udders and teats?  Well, I guess soft is one way of putting it-but, soft in a hair covered soft way.  Like an arm with real short hair.  Yes, kind of squishy, but uniformly squishy.  No hair on their teats.  They're dry and have a "weathered" feel to them?  Not that much time is spent touching them.  We use machines to do the milking.  Enough about </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108740519022020787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108740519022020787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_06_13_archive.html#108740519022020787' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17218723548757956691</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-5741508.post-108727230156962095</id><published>2004-06-14T23:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T23:05:01.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Actual cows? I wonder how that feels, is it soft and mushy? Or hard and scally? Please do tell me more about milking cow.This post was brought to you by manic monday.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108727230156962095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108727230156962095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_06_13_archive.html#108727230156962095' title=''/><author><name>Helene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05248638928170831444</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-5741508.post-108723494843130065</id><published>2004-06-14T12:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T12:42:28.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey Everyone,Well, it's monday and hopefully it isn't going to be quite as manic today as it was this weekend.  Some idiot shot out a window in the business next to the one I work in Friday night, which brought the police to ask everyone a million and a half questions about something nobody even realized had happenned-a total distraction from actually getting anything done.  Then, Saturday was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108723494843130065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108723494843130065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_06_13_archive.html#108723494843130065' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17218723548757956691</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-5741508.post-108700582243335375</id><published>2004-06-11T20:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-11T21:03:42.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey Brad, I just checked out your journal and I am one of those people who uses their car as a concert hall. I do it mostly for me but I should say that I love it when I see someone looking at me with a big smile, maybe that is the only smile they'll have all day :). So for those of you if you see a chick with dark hair dancing in an overly beat up blue geo metro that's me, and as Jeremiah said, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108700582243335375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108700582243335375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_06_06_archive.html#108700582243335375' title=''/><author><name>Helene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05248638928170831444</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-5741508.post-108700529403418206</id><published>2004-06-11T20:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-11T20:54:54.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey guys, sorry I have been so quiet lately. I won't even attempt to give a pathetic excuse because I have none. I was in town, I was on the computer I just did not post. Anyway. Be warned that this entry is going to be as random as flipping through the many channels that are provided to me freely by the plug in the wall. For one second, it is the reagan furenal, then a woman trying to sell me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108700529403418206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108700529403418206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_06_06_archive.html#108700529403418206' title=''/><author><name>Helene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05248638928170831444</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-5741508.post-108688444489537649</id><published>2004-06-10T11:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T11:20:44.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Zombie girl here.Well, I slept alright. I pooped myself out real good yesterday by staying up and around people until 3am. Called girlfriends that live far away.. I feel a tad bit better today, but I haven't fully woken up yet.The weather reflects how I feel very well. I think all I can do is get out of the house, listen to techno in my car, and get some errands done. Buy some paint, go to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108688444489537649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108688444489537649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_06_06_archive.html#108688444489537649' title=''/><author><name>Sybil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756611398347684249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUeK5aiJHcY/S0lCutmKdpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/cdX68KWAQvI/S220/me2.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741508.post-10868811505190222</id><published>2004-06-10T10:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T10:25:50.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"What is your 'summer song' and when did you first realize that it was summer?""Are You Going to San Francisco" might be my childhood summer song.  Don't even know who originally sang it or who wrote it. My current summer song is "When Kafka Was the Rage" or maybe "I'll Never Read Trollop Again," by Dave's True Story.  I'm also in the throes of a Patti Smith and Joe Cocker revival. Apropos of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/10868811505190222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/10868811505190222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_06_06_archive.html#10868811505190222' title=''/><author><name>Cindy</name><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-5741508.post-108687576313478815</id><published>2004-06-10T08:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T08:56:03.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sybil,expressively pedagogy?Keeping oneself busy till the new job starts:1. There is a ride in bike show, free pig roast, and dance at the West Fargo HD dealership this afternoon. It is an interesting time with a funky mix  of people. If you need a ride and don't mind being on the back of a bike just ask (weather permitting). 2. The new Harry Potter movie should be pretty good. 3. Do you</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108687576313478815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108687576313478815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_06_06_archive.html#108687576313478815' title=''/><author><name>Jeremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952938407222350632</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-5741508.post-108683537527644870</id><published>2004-06-09T21:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T21:42:55.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sybil: you could....-Go see the new Harry Potter movie. It's bloody brilliant, IMO.-Go to the lake, when/if it warms up.-Just take the time to relax... when you start working, you're going to wish you had time off... might as well enjoy some down time before it!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108683537527644870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108683537527644870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_06_06_archive.html#108683537527644870' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06577741020615772159</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-5741508.post-108682447909660538</id><published>2004-06-09T18:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T18:41:19.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hi all.Well.. I am down in the dumps. I am known for being honest, so here it blows: I broke up with my boyfriend this morning, and it just really, really hurts. So.. yea. That's my news. I'd go into details, but I'll probably start some horrible girlie sobbing in doing so and I don't think my eyes or face can take it anymore. I'll just say that I didn't want to, but I had to to save my heart </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108682447909660538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108682447909660538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_06_06_archive.html#108682447909660538' title=''/><author><name>Sybil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756611398347684249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUeK5aiJHcY/S0lCutmKdpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/cdX68KWAQvI/S220/me2.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741508.post-108680933975378320</id><published>2004-06-09T14:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T14:28:59.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sybil,You nailed exactly part of what I was trying to express.Man it is nice out. I am putting crazy miles on my bike. Next week I am sailing across Lake Superior with my dad. That should be interesting.Well I thought I would pop on and say hello.Sybil what is pedagogy?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108680933975378320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108680933975378320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_06_06_archive.html#108680933975378320' title=''/><author><name>Jeremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952938407222350632</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-5741508.post-108673176449882578</id><published>2004-06-08T16:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T16:56:04.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't think I am smart enough right now to dive into your Social Darwinism theories.. if you ever bring up pedagogy, I am there. However, I do have two bits to say about "our college's drinking problem." First off, I am proud of our campus which is why I came back.. Secondly, I taught high school in MN and I KNOW that in MN and ND high school drinking is HIGH so therefore when you throw those </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108673176449882578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108673176449882578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_06_06_archive.html#108673176449882578' title=''/><author><name>Sybil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756611398347684249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUeK5aiJHcY/S0lCutmKdpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/cdX68KWAQvI/S220/me2.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741508.post-108661946437032823</id><published>2004-06-07T09:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T09:44:24.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dave, your right social Darwinism is sick. You are not going to get any arguments from me on that. Yet I am not convinced that spending resources on self destructive people is a wise thing to do. Now this certainly doesn't apply to everyone within the circumstance. Especially when children are involved.As for your argument about Chapman, all of the Prof's that have affected me where here long </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108661946437032823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108661946437032823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_06_06_archive.html#108661946437032823' title=''/><author><name>Jeremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952938407222350632</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-5741508.post-108639073259048093</id><published>2004-06-04T17:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T18:32:57.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Social Darwinism is sick.  We can not let people suffer and die merely because they aren't good enough.  We can tell ourselves all we want that people suffer in this world because they are weaker than us but once we're on the chopping block we won't see it that way.  The day may come when we have to fight for a job tooth and nail.  When we find ourselves in the gutter is it going to be a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108639073259048093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108639073259048093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_05_30_archive.html#108639073259048093' title=''/><author><name>david</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01385357935131993735</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-5741508.post-108637028530499998</id><published>2004-06-04T12:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T12:31:25.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, I am not surprised that NDSU has such a high binge rating. But then again ND either has the highest or the second highest alcohol consumption per capita in the nation. So what is the big surprise? Shouldn't this all just be viewed as social Darwinism. If you are to stupid to survive college then maybe you shouldn't survive at all? Harsh? Hell yeah it is. But I don't buy that it is the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108637028530499998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108637028530499998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_05_30_archive.html#108637028530499998' title=''/><author><name>Jeremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952938407222350632</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-5741508.post-108612691020650280</id><published>2004-06-01T16:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T16:55:51.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One of the things that might be fueling NDSU's crusade against drinking is that ND has the highest rate of binge drinking in the U.S.Kristi, good luck with you new job in Rochester.  What do do you do there?  Are you doing web design or something associated with it like graphics?Aww man, I'm tired.  It's taking me a while to get used to waking every morning at 7 then counting beans all day.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108612691020650280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108612691020650280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_05_30_archive.html#108612691020650280' title=''/><author><name>david</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01385357935131993735</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-5741508.post-108612239819831414</id><published>2004-06-01T15:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T15:39:58.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey ya'llWell I had a crazy crazy Memorial Day weekend! I think I am going to write a Soap Opera based on the happenings in my Apartment. BTW the Shrek M&amp;M's RULE!If ya'll need to find me, on Wednesdays and Thursdays I am planning on hanging out at the Prairie View (the roof top bar on top of the Hotel Donaldson). I kinda miss the Turf, but I like the vibe downtown at Stokers, HoDo, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108612239819831414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108612239819831414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_05_30_archive.html#108612239819831414' title=''/><author><name>Jeremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952938407222350632</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-5741508.post-108606161789705641</id><published>2004-05-31T22:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T22:46:57.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey everyone,I haven't posted in a while. I haven't had Internet access in a while. Oh well. Anyway graduation felt like a movie, and I may have landed my dream job at a web design place in Rochester. Sweet. I haven't had time to read much of the blog, but picked up a couple things here and there. Sybil- I miss you and the rest of the Turf gang. Tell everyone I say hi. I'm drinking a Miller </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108606161789705641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108606161789705641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_05_30_archive.html#108606161789705641' title=''/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185297431394452681</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-5741508.post-108602504425137687</id><published>2004-05-31T12:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T12:37:24.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sooo...... how's everyone doing?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108602504425137687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108602504425137687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_05_30_archive.html#108602504425137687' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06577741020615772159</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-5741508.post-108571826832461256</id><published>2004-05-27T23:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T23:24:28.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wow it looks so different on here tonight. I saw the black dirt today. I was walking back from payroll and figured I'd go by the fountain and well there is no fountain. I guess they are redoing it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108571826832461256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108571826832461256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_05_23_archive.html#108571826832461256' title=''/><author><name>Helene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05248638928170831444</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-5741508.post-108570551508489135</id><published>2004-05-27T19:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T19:51:55.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was shocked and horrified today when I went over to sit on a fountain side bench only to discovered that the whole place has been turned into a huge pile of black dirt?! Does anyone know what's going on?God Bless&lt;&gt;&lt;Discrete Dave</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108570551508489135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108570551508489135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_05_23_archive.html#108570551508489135' title=''/><author><name>david</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01385357935131993735</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-5741508.post-108561515325879763</id><published>2004-05-26T18:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T18:47:30.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My brother's computer is being kind of a putz today. I am really into using the word "putz" recently. But back to the computer- I better back up my crap I have on here because, you know, you just can't trust anything that's not a Mac. Laugh all you want, but my Macs that I have had have never let me down. Well, it's up to the school tomorrow (if I remember) to talk to Kevin about this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108561515325879763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108561515325879763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_05_23_archive.html#108561515325879763' title=''/><author><name>Sybil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756611398347684249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUeK5aiJHcY/S0lCutmKdpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/cdX68KWAQvI/S220/me2.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741508.post-108545085533425677</id><published>2004-05-24T20:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T21:07:35.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whoo, alright so I am back on here posting again.A cauliflower just exploded on me.  Honestly, what in the world are cauliflowers doing exploding in my house.  It happened when I was try to remove the bottom so I could eat it.  These things should come with operating instructions so that I would've know that you have to cut it off before you can eat it.  Crazy adventures in living on my own...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108545085533425677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108545085533425677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_05_23_archive.html#108545085533425677' title=''/><author><name>david</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01385357935131993735</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-5741508.post-108537797154498119</id><published>2004-05-24T00:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T00:52:51.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whoa... dude. I have not been getting my butt on here. Ooopsie. And I have no real good excuses. Then again, it's summer time.. it's time to not think too much (if any of you read the summer orientation issue of the Spectrum- you'll understand when you read my article). I am doing a dorky cleaning job right now (lots of independence however, and NO boss!).. but I think I have landed a job with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108537797154498119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108537797154498119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_05_23_archive.html#108537797154498119' title=''/><author><name>Sybil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756611398347684249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUeK5aiJHcY/S0lCutmKdpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/cdX68KWAQvI/S220/me2.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741508.post-108483704795310112</id><published>2004-05-17T18:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T18:37:27.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Manic MondayI didn't get enough sleep last night.  Up far too late playing video games...woke up at seven cuz I had to be at work by 8 over at the NDSU bean lab.   I spent all day struggling to stay awake as I counted beans, whoa that must be a torture in some country.  I gotta do my dishes and cook supper.  This summer is quickly becoming an adventure in living on my own, sort of I have a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108483704795310112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108483704795310112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_05_16_archive.html#108483704795310112' title=''/><author><name>david</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01385357935131993735</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-5741508.post-108482256135911174</id><published>2004-05-17T14:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T14:36:01.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh I am here for a while. So now that I am graduated (well mostly). Am I still allowed to blog with ya'll?My Manic Monday is nice acutally. I know what needs to be done, I have the time to do it. I am learning FLASH MX right now and it is not a nice program. I swear when I double click its unassuming icon is gets out a paddle and a school girl uniform just for me. :( I got the coolest clock</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108482256135911174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108482256135911174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_05_16_archive.html#108482256135911174' title=''/><author><name>Jeremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952938407222350632</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-5741508.post-108482147664752855</id><published>2004-05-17T14:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T14:17:56.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I went from the most hectic end-of-the-year stuff (parties, grading, etc) to.. well, basically finding fun in picking my nose for an hour... just kidding, but it might get to that point. Ugh. I could work on my research, but, well, then I couldn't complain. I need to complain for about a week.. then I may actually do something about it. Plus, to add to my Manic Monday, I really do think I want to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108482147664752855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108482147664752855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_05_16_archive.html#108482147664752855' title=''/><author><name>Sybil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756611398347684249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUeK5aiJHcY/S0lCutmKdpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/cdX68KWAQvI/S220/me2.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741508.post-108454808122360436</id><published>2004-05-14T10:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T10:21:21.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have no clue what I want to say for Freebie Friday, so I'll just spew out some thoughts:We're having people over tonight, and as of right now, I don't feel in the mood.. my cold isn't quite gone, and that is a huge pet peeve of mine: not feeling I am functioning at 100%. I detest being ill in any capacity. I also detest crying because I hate when I am crying and I can't talk correctly. Those </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108454808122360436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108454808122360436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_05_09_archive.html#108454808122360436' title=''/><author><name>Sybil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756611398347684249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUeK5aiJHcY/S0lCutmKdpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/cdX68KWAQvI/S220/me2.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741508.post-108447014058250603</id><published>2004-05-13T12:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T12:42:20.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ooooh, yea, mute buttons. Too bad people don't have a mute button. God should've created that option on humans as well as brain switches for when we don't want to think for awhile.I'm thankful today for:&gt;Getting a whole bunch of stuff done last night so I can send off resumes today in nice envelopes.&gt;Sleeping in.&gt;Jay Leno's show last night.. I think it was a repeat, but he had a 3 month old </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108447014058250603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108447014058250603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_05_09_archive.html#108447014058250603' title=''/><author><name>Sybil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756611398347684249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUeK5aiJHcY/S0lCutmKdpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/cdX68KWAQvI/S220/me2.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741508.post-108442638717507913</id><published>2004-05-13T00:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T00:33:07.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thank you...-For the mute button, because the new Beastie Boys song is TERRIBLE, IMO...-For the fact that we have the freedom of speech, even though I completely have lost any respect I might have had for Michael Moore.-For people who abuse the kind gestures of others, because its made me believe that being kind doesn't get you anywhere...-And thank you that it is Thursday, that I'm alive, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108442638717507913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108442638717507913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_05_09_archive.html#108442638717507913' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06577741020615772159</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-5741508.post-108440111901370116</id><published>2004-05-12T17:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T17:31:59.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wednesday.  Huh.Well, the last few nights (Monday and Tuesday) I have jumped on the wagon of celebrating the end of the year with a few drinks here and there.  Lots of people are graduating, and man, that stinks!  Many cool people I know are leaving this weekend if not next week to start lives somewhere else.  Sarah is leaving for Iowa State.. Kristi for Lakeville... KT for the cities.. Amy and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108440111901370116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108440111901370116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_05_09_archive.html#108440111901370116' title=''/><author><name>Sybil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756611398347684249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUeK5aiJHcY/S0lCutmKdpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/cdX68KWAQvI/S220/me2.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741508.post-108429034569787416</id><published>2004-05-11T10:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T10:45:45.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ticked Off Tuesday:I am ticked off that I have not managed to lock myself down to wrap up my work for the semester. Umm folks I really really hate to do this. But the BBQ at my place is going to be a bust. I have relatives flying in on Friday and I need to have my place Grandmother Clean, in addition to a long day of meetings. What I can do is make it a rain check (LOL, oh the irony). So </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108429034569787416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108429034569787416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_05_09_archive.html#108429034569787416' title=''/><author><name>Jeremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952938407222350632</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-5741508.post-108421370408659458</id><published>2004-05-10T12:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T13:28:24.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Manic MondaySo it's just another Manic Monday and I accidentally hit my windows key so the whole screen suddenly collapsed on me.  My eye brows went vertical in horror at the thought that I may have lost all that I haven't yet written.  I love the new blogger especially the preview feature.  I am having a slight problem with it though, one of the bars on top isn't drawing correctly; the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108421370408659458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108421370408659458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_05_09_archive.html#108421370408659458' title=''/><author><name>david</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01385357935131993735</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-5741508.post-108417048667630370</id><published>2004-05-10T01:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T01:28:06.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whoa.  Blogger changed up their stuff.  Whoa.  Now if they'd make it possible to search by people who posted!Since I am up and it's technically Monday, I am giving Manic Monday an early whirl of fun:Job searches suck.  I'm glad to be 98% done with grading.  My sis is taking forever on her article for the summer issue!  Why does the world revolve around money?  (We'd all like to think LOVE is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108417048667630370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108417048667630370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_05_09_archive.html#108417048667630370' title=''/><author><name>Sybil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756611398347684249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUeK5aiJHcY/S0lCutmKdpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/cdX68KWAQvI/S220/me2.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741508.post-108406749698251917</id><published>2004-05-08T20:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-08T20:54:52.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BBQ on Thursday might work for me. My bf might be in town and since we only see each other once a month I have a tendency to disappear from the world when he is here. Actually this is funny, I was telling him about the BBQ and he blurted out that I could not go. And the independent and liberated woman that I am, gets all offended and asks why the heck I could not go. He said that I can't cuz I'll</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108406749698251917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108406749698251917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108406749698251917' title=''/><author><name>Helene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05248638928170831444</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-5741508.post-108396349939673602</id><published>2004-05-07T15:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T16:01:33.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It saddens me that I have a degree and yet I can't find a job for the summer that pays more than $8 an hour.  Oh well.So, Thursday DID work for me until I found an evening job (5-9pm)... so, if you all want to do it Thursday, I'll just be the late one.  The BB host, late?  Tragic.I want to start my own school.  I decided this today over sandwiches with my bf.  Like.. a high school/middle </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108396349939673602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108396349939673602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108396349939673602' title=''/><author><name>Sybil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756611398347684249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUeK5aiJHcY/S0lCutmKdpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/cdX68KWAQvI/S220/me2.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741508.post-108394681486154659</id><published>2004-05-07T11:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T11:44:02.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BBQ on Thursday would be good for me.  Although I do wonder will everybody still be on campus?  It is late into finals week.I would like to thank~} Amy Taggart for being fun and open to talk to]} Skittles for being delicious in rainbow colors]}My seventh grade writing partner for drawing me a picture of a dragon]}Teamspeak for making free voice chat software]}Jeremiah for putting up that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108394681486154659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108394681486154659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108394681486154659' title=''/><author><name>david</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01385357935131993735</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-5741508.post-108394531203355361</id><published>2004-05-07T10:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T10:58:25.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey Ya'll, My preference is for Thrusday, but I am flexible.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108394531203355361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108394531203355361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108394531203355361' title=''/><author><name>Jeremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952938407222350632</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-5741508.post-108387148199414229</id><published>2004-05-06T14:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T14:29:35.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thank you Jeremiah for offering to have the BisonBlog BBQ.  When can everyone get together next week during finals?  I was thinking like Wednesday or Thursday night...  anybody, anybody? I'd also like to thank the following things today:&gt;Thank you to a few of my new writers for getting their things into me.&gt;Thank you to this semester for not killing me, but making me stronger.&gt;Thank you to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108387148199414229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108387148199414229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108387148199414229' title=''/><author><name>Sybil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756611398347684249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUeK5aiJHcY/S0lCutmKdpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/cdX68KWAQvI/S220/me2.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741508.post-108381693472437813</id><published>2004-05-05T23:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T23:19:09.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A new type of blog:The Dog BlogIt's pretty funny... lol</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108381693472437813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108381693472437813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108381693472437813' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06577741020615772159</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-5741508.post-108380874446388450</id><published>2004-05-05T20:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T21:02:17.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got a new catch phrase, people seems to think it's creepy. My bf asked me not to say it on the phone anymore. Now is saying My preciiiousssss really that creepy?Did someone say BBQ???????</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108380874446388450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108380874446388450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108380874446388450' title=''/><author><name>Helene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05248638928170831444</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-5741508.post-108380738692675255</id><published>2004-05-05T20:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T20:39:39.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wicked Wednesday:Ok I am an IT Pro working in the crazy insane fast paced world of Software Design and Implementation. Trying to keep up with all the different crap that is going on out there I came across this and I remember my Rage Against the Machine roots. Yeah I am gearing up to finish a paper on the 1st Amendment, this is fantastic fuel ... well that and Bawls which it turns out you can </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108380738692675255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108380738692675255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108380738692675255' title=''/><author><name>Jeremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952938407222350632</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-5741508.post-108380107954025521</id><published>2004-05-05T18:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T18:54:31.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yes, Helene.. the bug you saw was me with my pink cowboy hat in it.  It's a silver beast.. usually loud music spews from it, and I have been known NOT to go the speed limit.  Why drive if you are going to go SLOW, Charles?  That's no fun.I have completely jumped on the Sex and the City wagon, but I have noticed that that is not a super popular wagon.. just like the X-files.  My bf likes the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108380107954025521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108380107954025521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108380107954025521' title=''/><author><name>Sybil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756611398347684249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUeK5aiJHcY/S0lCutmKdpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/cdX68KWAQvI/S220/me2.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741508.post-108378094401304504</id><published>2004-05-05T13:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T13:22:37.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Weird Wednesday... I find it's weird to see everyone packing up and getting ready to leave. It feels like there's still a lot of time left for school; instead, we're done in a week. Crazy.Wagon wednesday... I've caught myself jumping on the bandwagon of those who hear some phrase, and then constantly say the same thing over and over...Oh, and of being a slow(er) driver. Getting pulled over </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108378094401304504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108378094401304504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108378094401304504' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06577741020615772159</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-5741508.post-108373500679035248</id><published>2004-05-05T00:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T00:33:18.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Safari 7 and it's 1.50 shows are a godsend to students looking for a cheap show haha... except, since it's only 1.50, you're likely to run into people who really don't care if anyone else is there, and you can't enjoy the show...Speaking of "godsend"... wasn't that a movie recently released? hmm...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108373500679035248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108373500679035248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108373500679035248' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06577741020615772159</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-5741508.post-108370896605775338</id><published>2004-05-04T17:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T17:18:40.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, well it is tuesday and I am not ticked off. I am having more of a manic tuesday... On my way home, I saw a silver bug with a pink cowboy hat in it, sybil's car sighting (i only know you have a bug, no idea on the color)??? mmmmm i like popcorn. I have been saying "my precious" way too often in the past 4 days, well since I have seen the second installement of the lotr. And I just discovered </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108370896605775338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108370896605775338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108370896605775338' title=''/><author><name>Helene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05248638928170831444</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-5741508.post-108369998847178174</id><published>2004-05-04T14:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T14:55:24.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's Tuesday..........am i Ticked Off?+ People who don't read directions.  (Students = people in this scenario.)+ Having a big huge frozen chunk of chicken that won't thaw out.+ Itchy legs.+ There's something about Ryan Seacrest that is annoying.  He's probably a nice guy, but he ticks me off a little.+ The show, The Swan.+ I'm ticked off that I have gotten addicted to American Idol.  + </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108369998847178174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108369998847178174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108369998847178174' title=''/><author><name>Sybil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756611398347684249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUeK5aiJHcY/S0lCutmKdpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/cdX68KWAQvI/S220/me2.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741508.post-108369402684213620</id><published>2004-05-04T13:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T13:17:31.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm ticked off at |group work| with group members who don't give a (interjection of your discretion here) about the ||assignment||!|group discussions|||discussing||I also feel the same as Charles about having to stay inside when it's a sunshiny day.On the sunnier side of things:iTunes just got cooler.  They now have a free song every Tuesday, music videos, the ability to publish your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108369402684213620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108369402684213620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108369402684213620' title=''/><author><name>david</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01385357935131993735</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-5741508.post-108369197592885441</id><published>2004-05-04T12:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T12:35:35.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ticked off TuesdayThe only thing that I'm ticked off about today is that it's a pretty nice day out, but I can't enjoy it because I'm too busy with other things... *grumble*HAGO! (have a good one)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108369197592885441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108369197592885441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108369197592885441' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06577741020615772159</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-5741508.post-108360824885718793</id><published>2004-05-03T13:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T13:20:26.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MANIC, mAnIc, -m-a-n-i-c-Monday.....Clean up week is hilarious.  Makes me want to sit out on our porch and cheer everytime someone takes a piece of our crap.  Our avenue's been busy, and my bro snatched a recliner and two endtables... free stuff rules.{Here's the really manic stuff:}First, I had a weird dream about Jennifer Aniston... she was Rachel marrying Ross and I was her maid of honor..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108360824885718793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108360824885718793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108360824885718793' title=''/><author><name>Sybil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756611398347684249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUeK5aiJHcY/S0lCutmKdpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/cdX68KWAQvI/S220/me2.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741508.post-108360707203361130</id><published>2004-05-03T12:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T13:00:50.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Manic MondayThere are seventh graders swarming all over the cafeteria.  It's pure chaos, well not quite pur but pretty darn close to it.  Early this morning I got to meet with my seventh grade pen pal, Reily.  I had fun.  We worked on a story about one of her teachers with some interesting quirks for an hour.  "Outstanding!"  that was one of her teachers quirks.  He loved to say, "oustanding!"  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108360707203361130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108360707203361130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108360707203361130' title=''/><author><name>david</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01385357935131993735</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-5741508.post-108353448120569601</id><published>2004-05-02T16:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T16:51:10.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I like the poster, Sybil. You might like this shirt http://www.thinkgeek.com/tshirts/ladies/6388/</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108353448120569601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108353448120569601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108353448120569601' title=''/><author><name>Helene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05248638928170831444</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-5741508.post-108336147616409828</id><published>2004-04-30T16:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T16:47:43.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mm mm.  Started off the day at the Olive Garden for lunch with my man.  I LOVE Italian.  Pasta eFagoli.  Mm mm.  Breadsticks with alfredo sauce.  I am surprised I don't have any Italian in my blood.Anyhoo, found a Happy Bunny poster on Amazon today, and, yup, I had to get it for my office.. either my Spectrum area next year or wherever I end up in Minard.  Had to.  "I'd be nicer if you were </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108336147616409828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108336147616409828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108336147616409828' title=''/><author><name>Sybil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756611398347684249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUeK5aiJHcY/S0lCutmKdpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/cdX68KWAQvI/S220/me2.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741508.post-108334296452167882</id><published>2004-04-30T11:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T11:39:11.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If your looking for a dark book I would recommend reading Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov.Big LAN party tommarow at my place. I'm little nervous about this one there's supposed to be a ton of people there and I'll only know a few of them.  Eek! Oh well at least I'll be able to take my stress out by fraging people.Thanks for the $ Sybil. I used it to get a todays issue of the New York Times.God </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108334296452167882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108334296452167882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108334296452167882' title=''/><author><name>david</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01385357935131993735</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-5741508.post-108329695414507294</id><published>2004-04-29T22:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T22:53:01.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thanks for all the suggestions :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108329695414507294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108329695414507294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108329695414507294' title=''/><author><name>Helene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05248638928170831444</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-5741508.post-108329612503648120</id><published>2004-04-29T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T22:38:31.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My sis and I just brainstormed about a topic she could write on for the Spectrum's summer issue.. yup, we found one: Arguing that it's okay to be Undecided or to have a University Studies major.  Plus, she's got "helpful responses" for those that get the "so, what's your major now?" questions.  It'll be great.As for me, I have way too many ideas.  One for next Friday is about moms and daughters</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108329612503648120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108329612503648120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108329612503648120' title=''/><author><name>Sybil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756611398347684249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUeK5aiJHcY/S0lCutmKdpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/cdX68KWAQvI/S220/me2.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741508.post-108325877833878226</id><published>2004-04-29T12:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T12:16:04.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Helene- My favorite author is Kurt Vonnegut. His humor is kind of dark; some might even say disturbing. I think the original dark writer is William Blake. You can find a lot online actually. I recommend "The Marriage of Heaven and Hell" or "Proverbs from Hell." I think you should buy some of Jim Morrison's poetry books. That's some twisted stuff, but very poetic. I have a couple, "Wilderness" and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108325877833878226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108325877833878226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108325877833878226' title=''/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185297431394452681</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-5741508.post-108325374198481453</id><published>2004-04-29T10:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T10:52:34.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sybil- Totally. If you ever want my opinion on something, or want me to write, just shout me a holla... I wouldn't let you down lolToday, I'm thankful for...-pistachios. I have been living off this bag of them for the last week.-Cold days like today, just so I can keep in perspective the nice days, and how we should enjoy them-BT's Flaming June, off the album ESCM. Amazing song, it lifts my</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108325374198481453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108325374198481453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108325374198481453' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06577741020615772159</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-5741508.post-108325061705833370</id><published>2004-04-29T09:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T10:01:14.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I love Happy Bunny!"You make me puke a little."  "I understand but I don't care."Do they have posters of Happy Bunny?Charles:  I think you'd be awesome for writing something because you'd tick people off, and then we'd get Letters to the Editor and they are always crazy responses.  I'll email ya if I need you to write something harsh.Jeremiah: Yea, if I get in a bind, I'll track you down too</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108325061705833370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108325061705833370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108325061705833370' title=''/><author><name>Sybil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756611398347684249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUeK5aiJHcY/S0lCutmKdpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/cdX68KWAQvI/S220/me2.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741508.post-108321254661966463</id><published>2004-04-28T23:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T23:32:15.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thanks Charles, I just went and checked out the book and it seems like a good read. See I am definitely lacking knowledge in classic but recent english langage books, I just don't know what to read. I like stories that are dark and whimsical at the same time? And by whimsical, I do not mean faeries and elves. A good example of that would be the foam of the daze by B. Vian. If the translation is</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108321254661966463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108321254661966463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108321254661966463' title=''/><author><name>Helene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05248638928170831444</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-5741508.post-108320564927790882</id><published>2004-04-28T21:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T21:30:34.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't know if you've read it, or if its considered dark and poetic (well, its definately dark), but my favorite book is Johnny Got His Gun...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108320564927790882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108320564927790882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108320564927790882' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06577741020615772159</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-5741508.post-108320408586597774</id><published>2004-04-28T20:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T21:04:31.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I would like some suggestions. I need a book, to read. I am looking for something dark and poetic, with lots of sound play. I don't want a mystery just a dark story. Any ideas? I'll give you a cookie if I end liking the book :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108320408586597774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108320408586597774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108320408586597774' title=''/><author><name>Helene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05248638928170831444</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-5741508.post-108319012184369938</id><published>2004-04-28T17:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T17:11:47.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok I got on the wagon too... The graphic Ts wagon. I am known for wearing black all the time, winter, summer, that does not matter to me. My closet is black, when I went to the cities and rochester for my interview the inside of my suitcase was all black, nothing fancy just plain black shirts, sweaters or Tshirts with nothing on them. But a couple of weeks ago I caved in. I bought one of those </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108319012184369938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108319012184369938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108319012184369938' title=''/><author><name>Helene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05248638928170831444</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-5741508.post-108318062041621296</id><published>2004-04-28T14:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T14:33:25.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WAGON Wednesday:Ok My jump on the wagon is in the same vein as Charles. I bought a Harley motorcycle, Harley Riding Jacket, 3 pairs of Harley gloves (cold weather, warm weather, and fingerless its damn hot outside), a pair of Harley boots I already owned, a Harley Belt and Belt buckle (come'on is has flames), Harley riding goggles and last but not least a chrome Harley helmet (in my defense I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108318062041621296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108318062041621296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108318062041621296' title=''/><author><name>Jeremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952938407222350632</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-5741508.post-108317932627159878</id><published>2004-04-28T14:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T14:11:51.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Okay... "Wagon Wednesday" eh? I guess I've jumped on the bandwagon of getting a new car lately. I have 4 friends who have bought a new car lately, and I don't necessarily NEED one, but my car is getting kinda old now, so I'm going to start looking for one.I would be game to write something, but I'm a little too harsh sometimes, and I don't think anything I could write would be kosher for the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108317932627159878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741508/posts/default/108317932627159878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebisonblog.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108317932627159878' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06577741020615772159</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>
