<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16507664</id><updated>2008-03-08T17:23:03.518-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Baron of Mavis's Words of Wisdom</title><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mavismanor.com/wwwblog.html'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16507664/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16507664/posts/default'/><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mavismanor.com/atom.xml'/><author><name>The Baron</name></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>98</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16507664.post-747639293334921669</id><published>2008-02-25T17:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T17:23:03.548-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kittens</title><content type='html'>Kittens&lt;br /&gt;    So guys, can you believe it, Chocolat had kittens. 4 of them. Right now I have picture on myspace and ofoto, but I will try to get some more on here. So, I will keep you updated, but not much to report right now. Kittens, right now are pretty love key. We are getting a little bit of snow. Have guest coming this weekend. So, it should be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir Justyn</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mavismanor.com/2008/02/kittens.html' title='Kittens'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16507664&amp;postID=747639293334921669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mavismanor.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16507664/posts/default/747639293334921669'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16507664/posts/default/747639293334921669'/><author><name>The Baron</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16507664.post-7084822663261147550</id><published>2008-02-13T20:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T20:58:25.952-05:00</updated><title type='text'>‘8 Week Six</title><content type='html'>‘8 Week Six &lt;br /&gt;2.6 – 2.13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know I’ve been slacking a little bit, but I will improve….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather:&lt;br /&gt;6th-7th is was in the 60s. I did hear some Thunder.  8th-12th mid 30s Snowed the 13th and cold in 20s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Business: &lt;br /&gt;Had guests over the weekend. Some People that Gabi knew. Had a few phone calls. Looks like most of the weekend in Feb will be booked. Following some leads on Building webpages. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams:&lt;br /&gt;Strange dreams as usual, but nothing that really jumps out and makes me what to write anything down. I have been dreaming a lot lately. I think I’m a tad bit Melancholy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health: &lt;br /&gt;Monday I started to get a sore throat, and it’s still hanging in there. I will shake it off. No worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World:&lt;br /&gt;Still waiting for that Satellite to the Earth. I’m wondering where it will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal life: …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travel:&lt;br /&gt;NONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next week guys!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Baron J. J. Marchese</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mavismanor.com/2008/02/8-week-six.html' title='‘8 Week Six'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16507664&amp;postID=7084822663261147550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mavismanor.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16507664/posts/default/7084822663261147550'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16507664/posts/default/7084822663261147550'/><author><name>The Baron</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16507664.post-5734554893825224889</id><published>2008-02-06T13:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T21:00:55.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lent Quest 2008</title><content type='html'>This years Lent Quest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Only use the Internet for Play Play for 1 hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Drink 90 oz of water a day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Drink one Shake a day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will I be able to do it???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mavismanor.com/2008/02/lent-quest-2008_06.html' title='Lent Quest 2008'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16507664&amp;postID=5734554893825224889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mavismanor.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16507664/posts/default/5734554893825224889'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16507664/posts/default/5734554893825224889'/><author><name>The Baron</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16507664.post-3096073620216281690</id><published>2008-02-06T13:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T21:00:01.092-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lent Quest 2008</title><content type='html'>This years Lent Quest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Only use the Internet for Play Play for 1 hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Drink 90 oz of water a day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Drink one Shake a day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will I be able to do it???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mavismanor.com/2008/02/lent-quest-2008.html' title='Lent Quest 2008'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16507664&amp;postID=3096073620216281690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mavismanor.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16507664/posts/default/3096073620216281690'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16507664/posts/default/3096073620216281690'/><author><name>The Baron</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16507664.post-5513624040538921159</id><published>2008-02-05T09:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T20:56:53.797-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday - Fat Tuesday</title><content type='html'>Happy Fat Tuesday... I hope you partied hard, Lent starts tomorrow... I will be unvailing my 2008 Lent quest!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr FF</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mavismanor.com/2008/02/holiday-fat-tuesday.html' title='Holiday - Fat Tuesday'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16507664&amp;postID=5513624040538921159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mavismanor.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16507664/posts/default/5513624040538921159'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16507664/posts/default/5513624040538921159'/><author><name>The Baron</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16507664.post-936333993312610977</id><published>2008-01-26T23:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T20:55:21.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eve - The Husband Store</title><content type='html'>The Husband Store &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A store that sells new husbands has just opened in New York City , where a woman may go to choose a husband. Among the instructions at the entrance is a description of how the store operates: You may visit this store ONLY ONCE! There are six floors and the value of the product increases as the shopper ascends the flights. The shopper may choose any item from a particular floor, or may choose to go up to the next floor, but you cannot go back down except to exit the building! So, a woman goes to the Husband Store to find a husband. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first floor the sign on the door reads: Floor 1 - These men Have Jobs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second floor sign reads: Floor 2 - These men Have Jobs and Love Kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third floor sign reads: Floor 3 - These men Have Jobs, Love Kids, and are Extremely Good Looking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow," she thinks, but feels compelled to keep going. &lt;br /&gt;She goes to the fourth floor and the sign re ads: Floor 4 - These men Have Jobs, Love Kids, are Drop-dead Good Looking and Help With Housework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, mercy me!" she exclaims, "I can hardly stand it!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, she goes to the fifth floor and the sign reads: Floor 5 - These men Have Jobs, Love Kids, are Drop-dead Gorgeous, Help with Housework, and Have a Strong Romantic Streak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is so tempted to stay, but she goes on to the sixth floor and the sign reads: Floor 6 - You are visitor 31,456,012 to this floor. There are no men on this floor. This floor exists solely as proof that women are impossible to please. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for shopping at the Husband Store. To avoid gender bias charges, the store's owner also opened a New Wives store just across the street.&lt;br /&gt;The first floor has wives that love sex.&lt;br /&gt;The second floor has wives that love sex and have money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third through sixth floors have never been visited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Baron</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mavismanor.com/2008/01/eve-husband-store.html' title='Eve - The Husband Store'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16507664&amp;postID=936333993312610977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mavismanor.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16507664/posts/default/936333993312610977'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16507664/posts/default/936333993312610977'/><author><name>The Baron</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16507664.post-7863524840725771816</id><published>2008-01-25T20:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T20:54:32.417-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams - Seeing old Friends</title><content type='html'>Dream:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was visiting an old friend at their house. I don't know what the occasion was, but I was in town, which was a rare event. Most of the dream was just idle chit chat, she invited a few people we use to know back in the day, and I was playing with her kids. One was 7 or 8 and the youngest was 18 months or 2. It was nice catching up with everyone. We all chit chatted and told them about my hospitality business and the inns I owned. We chatted about my circus of a social life. For a gift they gave me a universal remote and a remote headset. Telling me they hoped it helped with my business. It was a nice sunny day and we all went outside and there was a swing in a Weeping willow tree. The best part of the dream was the way it felt, it was a very comfortable warm dream. Thinking about it now it makes me feel warm and nice inside. I'd love to have dreams like that more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-JJ Ryvers</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mavismanor.com/2008/01/dreams-seeing-old-friends.html' title='Dreams - Seeing old Friends'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16507664&amp;postID=7863524840725771816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mavismanor.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16507664/posts/default/7863524840725771816'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16507664/posts/default/7863524840725771816'/><author><name>The Baron</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16507664.post-3735553697704836737</id><published>2008-01-17T17:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T20:56:03.625-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something’s just Feels Wrong...</title><content type='html'>I have a terrible feeling about something, I really don't have any idea what it is, but it started around 17:00 EST on Sun 27 of Jan. I just wanted to document it… I hope it is nothing but the feeling in my gut is that it is something, it's like that feeling you get after a terrible nightmare… I just don't know… Hopefully it's nothing… Maybe just some thing like weather change…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr FF</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mavismanor.com/2008/01/somethings-just-feels-wrong.html' title='Something’s just Feels Wrong...'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16507664&amp;postID=3735553697704836737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mavismanor.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16507664/posts/default/3735553697704836737'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16507664/posts/default/3735553697704836737'/><author><name>The Baron</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16507664.post-6940721330655729931</id><published>2008-01-15T20:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T20:52:35.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>'8 - Week Two</title><content type='html'>'8 Week Two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather:&lt;br /&gt;Early Week 50s-60s Midweek 50s Late Week 30s Rainy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Business: &lt;br /&gt;Calls about doing wedding here this summer. Gabi is writing up a new contract and we are working out all the details to how it will all work out. Did a lot of cleaning. Trying to figure out a way to have another shower in the house. There has got to be a way. I guess I just need to think more. Updated the webpage. I plan on some big changes soon. The page still feels a little low-tech for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams:&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream about writing a Novel, so guess what I decided that I should. I've been having long vivid dream. Not, that I'm complaining, I just hope they go away, or come earlier in the night when spring gets here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health: &lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling fine. My energy levels are lower then I like, but that is typical of this crazy warm weather spells in the middle of winter. I hate it when it's warm and it should be cold out. My body likes it one way, and bam nature fucks that up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World:&lt;br /&gt;I read this really sad, but inspiring blog the other day. I think I will add it to my blog; it's from an Army Major who was killed in Iraq. I would have loved to read his blog live, he seemed like just one of those cool people in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal life:&lt;br /&gt;Same old Same old!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travel:&lt;br /&gt;NONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next week guys!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Baron J. J. Marchese</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mavismanor.com/2008/01/8-week-two.html' title='&apos;8 - Week Two'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16507664&amp;postID=6940721330655729931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mavismanor.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16507664/posts/default/6940721330655729931'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16507664/posts/default/6940721330655729931'/><author><name>The Baron</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16507664.post-5189324347868432398</id><published>2008-01-10T08:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T20:54:03.581-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Satori - The words of Major Andrew Olmsted</title><content type='html'>The words of Major Andrew Olmsted &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words of Major Andrew Olmsted &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;KIA 01.03.'8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Final Post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am leaving this message for you because it appears I must leave sooner than I intended. I would have preferred to say this in person, but since I cannot, let me say it here."&lt;br /&gt;G'Kar, Babylon 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Only the dead have seen the end of war."&lt;br /&gt;Plato*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an entry I would have preferred not to have published, but there are limits to what we can control in life, and apparently I have passed one of those limits. And so, like G'Kar, I must say here what I would much prefer to say in person. I want to thank hilzoy for putting it up for me. It's not easy asking anyone to do something for you in the event of your death, and it is a testament to her quality that she didn't hesitate to accept the charge. As with many bloggers, I have a disgustingly large ego, and so I just couldn't bear the thought of not being able to have the last word if the need arose. Perhaps I take that further than most, I don't know. I hope so. It's frightening to think there are many people as neurotic as I am in the world. In any case, since I won't get another chance to say what I think, I wanted to take advantage of this opportunity. Such as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When some people die, it's time to be sad. But when other people die, like really evil people, or the Irish, it's time to celebrate."&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy Bender, "Greg the Bunny"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And maybe now it's your turn&lt;br /&gt;To die kicking some ass."&lt;br /&gt;Freedom Isn't Free, Team America&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I don't want this to be is a chance for me, or anyone else, to be maudlin. I'm dead. That sucks, at least for me and my family and friends. But all the tears in the world aren't going to bring me back, so I would prefer that people remember the good things about me rather than mourning my loss. (If it turns out a specific number of tears will, in fact, bring me back to life, then by all means, break out the onions.) I had a pretty good life, as I noted above. Sure, all things being equal I would have preferred to have more time, but I have no business complaining with all the good fortune I've enjoyed in my life. So if you're up for that, put on a little 80s music (preferably vintage 1980-1984), grab a Coke and have a drink with me. If you have it, throw 'Freedom Isn't Free' from the Team America soundtrack in; if you can't laugh at that song, I think you need to lighten up a little. I'm dead, but if you're reading this, you're not, so take a moment to enjoy that happy fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Our thoughts form the universe. They always matter."&lt;br /&gt;Citizen G'Kar, Babylon 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, one of the things I will miss most is not being able to blog any longer. The ability to put my thoughts on (virtual) paper and put them where people can read and respond to them has been marvelous, even if most people who have read my writings haven't agreed with them. If there is any hope for the long term success of democracy, it will be if people agree to listen to and try to understand their political opponents rather than simply seeking to crush them. While the blogosphere has its share of partisans, there are some awfully smart people making excellent arguments out there as well, and I know I have learned quite a bit since I began blogging. I flatter myself I may have made a good argument or two as well; if I didn't, please don't tell me. It has been a great five-plus years. I got to meet a lot of people who are way smarter than me, including such luminaries as Virginia Postrel and her husband Stephen (speaking strictly from a 'improving the species' perspective, it's tragic those two don't have kids, because they're both scary smart.), the estimable hilzoy and Sebastian of Obsidian Wings, Jeff Goldstein and Stephen Green, the men who consistently frustrated me with their mix of wit and wisdom I could never match, and I've no doubt left out a number of people to whom I apologize. Bottom line: if I got the chance to meet you through blogging, I enjoyed it. I'm only sorry I couldn't meet more of you. In particular I'd like to thank Jim Henley, who while we've never met has been a true comrade, whose words have taught me and whose support has been of great personal value to me. I would very much have enjoyed meeting Jim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging put me in touch with an inordinate number of smart people, an exhilarating if humbling experience. When I was young, I was smart, but the older I got, the more I realized just how dumb I was in comparison to truly smart people. But, to my credit, I think, I was at least smart enough to pay attention to the people with real brains and even occasionally learn something from them. It has been joy and a pleasure having the opportunity to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's not fair."&lt;br /&gt;"No. It's not. Death never is."&lt;br /&gt;Captain John Sheridan and Dr. Stephen Franklin, Babylon 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They didn't even dig him a decent grave."&lt;br /&gt;"Well, it's not how you're buried. It's how you're remembered."&lt;br /&gt;Cimarron and Wil Andersen, The Cowboys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I should speak to the circumstances of my death. It would be nice to believe that I died leading men in battle, preferably saving their lives at the cost of my own. More likely I was caught by a marksman or an IED. But if there is an afterlife, I'm telling anyone who asks that I went down surrounded by hundreds of insurgents defending a village composed solely of innocent women and children. It'll be our little secret, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do ask (not that I'm in a position to enforce this) that no one try to use my death to further their political purposes. I went to Iraq and did what I did for my reasons, not yours. My life isn't a chit to be used to bludgeon people to silence on either side. If you think the U.S. should stay in Iraq, don't drag me into it by claiming that somehow my death demands us staying in Iraq. If you think the U.S. ought to get out tomorrow, don't cite my name as an example of someone's life who was wasted by our mission in Iraq. I have my own opinions about what we should do about Iraq, but since I'm not around to expound on them I'd prefer others not try and use me as some kind of moral capital to support a position I probably didn't support. Further, this is tough enough on my family without their having to see my picture being used in some rally or my name being cited for some political purpose. You can fight political battles without hurting my family, and I'd prefer that you did so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a similar note, while you're free to think whatever you like about my life and death, if you think I wasted my life, I'll tell you you're wrong. We're all going to die of something. I died doing a job I loved. When your time comes, I hope you are as fortunate as I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What an idiot! What a loser!"&lt;br /&gt;Chaz Reingold, Wedding Crashers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh and I don't want to die for you, but if dying's asked of me;&lt;br /&gt;I'll bear that cross with honor, 'cause freedom don't come free."&lt;br /&gt;American Soldier, Toby Keith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who know me through my writings on the Internet over the past five-plus years probably have wondered at times about my chosen profession. While I am not a Libertarian, I certainly hold strongly individualistic beliefs. Yet I have spent my life in a profession that is not generally known for rugged individualism. Worse, I volunteered to return to active duty knowing that the choice would almost certainly lead me to Iraq. The simple explanation might be that I was simply stupid, and certainly I make no bones about having done some dumb things in my life, but I don't think this can be chalked up to stupidity. Maybe I was inconsistent in my beliefs; there are few people who adhere religiously to the doctrines of their chosen philosophy, whatever that may be. But I don't think that was the case in this instance either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As passionate as I am about personal freedom, I don't buy the claims of anarchists that humanity would be just fine without any government at all. There are too many people in the world who believe that they know best how people should live their lives, and many of them are more than willing to use force to impose those beliefs on others. A world without government simply wouldn't last very long; as soon as it was established, strongmen would immediately spring up to establish their fiefdoms. So there is a need for government to protect the people's rights. And one of the fundamental tools to do that is an army that can prevent outside agencies from imposing their rules on a society. A lot of people will protest that argument by noting that the people we are fighting in Iraq are unlikely to threaten the rights of the average American. That's certainly true; while our enemies would certainly like to wreak great levels of havoc on our society, the fact is they're not likely to succeed. But that doesn't mean there isn't still a need for an army (setting aside debates regarding whether ours is the right size at the moment). Americans are fortunate that we don't have to worry too much about people coming to try and overthrow us, but part of the reason we don't have to worry about that is because we have an army that is stopping anyone who would try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soldiers cannot have the option of opting out of missions because they don't agree with them: that violates the social contract. The duly-elected American government decided to go to war in Iraq. (Even if you maintain President Bush was not properly elected, Congress voted for war as well.) As a soldier, I have a duty to obey the orders of the President of the United States as long as they are Constitutional. I can no more opt out of missions I disagree with than I can ignore laws I think are improper. I do not consider it a violation of my individual rights to have gone to Iraq on orders because I raised my right hand and volunteered to join the army. Whether or not this mission was a good one, my participation in it was an affirmation of something I consider quite necessary to society. So if nothing else, I gave my life for a pretty important principle; I can (if you'll pardon the pun) live with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's all so brief, isn't it? A typical human lifespan is almost a hundred years. But it's barely a second compared to what's out there. It wouldn't be so bad if life didn't take so long to figure out. Seems you just start to get it right, and then...it's over."&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Stephen Franklin, Babylon 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could say I'd at least started to get it right. Although, in my defense, I think I batted a solid .250 or so. Not a superstar, but at least able to play in the big leagues. I'm afraid I can't really offer any deep secrets or wisdom. I lived my life better than some, worse than others, and I like to think that the world was a little better off for my having been here. Not very much, but then, few of us are destined to make more than a tiny dent in history's Green Monster. I would be lying if I didn't admit I would have liked to have done more, but it's a bit too late for that now, eh? The bottom line, for me, is that I think I can look back at my life and at least see a few areas where I may have made a tiny difference, and massive ego aside, that's probably not too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The flame also reminds us that life is precious. As each flame is unique; when it goes out, it's gone forever. There will never be another quite like it."&lt;br /&gt;Ambassador Delenn, Babylon 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write this in part, admittedly, because I would like to think that there's at least a little something out there to remember me by. Granted, this site will eventually vanish, being ephemeral in a very real sense of the word, but at least for a time it can serve as a tiny record of my contributions to the world. But on a larger scale, for those who knew me well enough to be saddened by my death, especially for those who haven't known anyone else lost to this war, perhaps my death can serve as a small reminder of the costs of war. Regardless of the merits of this war, or of any war, I think that many of us in America have forgotten that war means death and suffering in wholesale lots. A decision that for most of us in America was academic, whether or not to go to war in Iraq, had very real consequences for hundreds of thousands of people. Yet I was as guilty as anyone of minimizing those very real consequences in lieu of a cold discussion of theoretical merits of war and peace. Now I'm facing some very real consequences of that decision; who says life doesn't have a sense of humor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for those who knew me and feel this pain, I think it's a good thing to realize that this pain has been felt by thousands and thousands (probably millions, actually) of other people all over the world. That is part of the cost of war, any war, no matter how justified. If everyone who feels this pain keeps that in mind the next time we have to decide whether or not war is a good idea, perhaps it will help us to make a more informed decision. Because it is pretty clear that the average American would not have supported the Iraq War had they known the costs going in. I am far too cynical to believe that any future debate over war will be any less vitriolic or emotional, but perhaps a few more people will realize just what those costs can be the next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may be a contradiction of my above call to keep politics out of my death, but I hope not. Sometimes going to war is the right idea. I think we've drawn that line too far in the direction of war rather than peace, but I'm a soldier and I know that sometimes you have to fight if you're to hold onto what you hold dear. But in making that decision, I believe we understate the costs of war; when we make the decision to fight, we make the decision to kill, and that means lives and families destroyed. Mine now falls into that category; the next time the question of war or peace comes up, if you knew me at least you can understand a bit more just what it is you're deciding to do, and whether or not those costs are worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is true love. You think this happens every day?"&lt;br /&gt;Westley, The Princess Bride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good night, my love, the brightest star in my sky."&lt;br /&gt;John Sheridan, Babylon 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the hardest part. While I certainly have no desire to die, at this point I no longer have any worries. That is not true of the woman who made my life something to enjoy rather than something merely to survive. She put up with all of my faults, and they are myriad, she endured separations again and again...I cannot imagine being more fortunate in love than I have been with Amanda. Now she has to go on without me, and while a cynic might observe she's better off, I know that this is a terrible burden I have placed on her, and I would give almost anything if she would not have to bear it. It seems that is not an option. I cannot imagine anything more painful than that, and if there is an afterlife, this is a pain I'll bear forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't the greatest husband. I could have done so much more, a realization that, as it so often does, comes too late to matter. But I cherished every day I was married to Amanda. When everything else in my life seemed dark, she was always there to light the darkness. It is difficult to imagine my life being worth living without her having been in it. I hope and pray that she goes on without me and enjoys her life as much as she deserves. I can think of no one more deserving of happiness than her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will see you again, in the place where no shadows fall."&lt;br /&gt;Ambassador Delenn, Babylon 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if there is an afterlife; I tend to doubt it, to be perfectly honest. But if there is any way possible, Amanda, then I will live up to Delenn's words, somehow, some way. I love you.&lt;/blockquote&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mavismanor.com/2008/01/satori-words-of-major-andrew-olmsted.html' title='Satori - The words of Major Andrew Olmsted'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16507664&amp;postID=5189324347868432398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mavismanor.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16507664/posts/default/5189324347868432398'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16507664/posts/default/5189324347868432398'/><author><name>The Baron</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16507664.post-1433204392203627167</id><published>2008-01-07T20:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T20:51:48.902-05:00</updated><title type='text'>’8 - Week One</title><content type='html'>'8 Week One&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I make the New Years resolution to journal more often. So my goal is once a week at the least so that is where I'll starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather:&lt;br /&gt;Early Week 10-20s Snowy Midweek 50s Cloudy End of Week 50s Cloudy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Business: &lt;br /&gt;None, but a few phone calls. I found a cool new picture of my house. I've also been thinking about where I'm going next. Maybe Alabama or Mississippi, or even South Carolina. But, that is still a few years down the way. A lot can change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams:&lt;br /&gt;Boy have I had some strange dreams. A lot dealing with going to someplace that in a swamp or bayou. It's very odd really. Mostly summer dreams. Not sure what they mean. But, I will try to address these dreams in another post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health: &lt;br /&gt;I was sick the 1st of Jan, but I'm perfectly fine now. I'm going to guess that most of the sickness dealt with drinking to much Navy Rum! Lol. I guess it will do that to you. My energy levels are 3 or 4 but normally low for this time of year, when I cant really go play outside. Gabi has been sick for 3 days, but nothing to terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World:&lt;br /&gt;I haven't really noticed anything that is grabbing my attention in the world at current. Ron Paul is still who I want to vote for. The earthquake list is pretty low. So, I guess a big one will hit in the next month. And we just start Solar Cycle 24. Weather has been crazy out west lots of snow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal life:&lt;br /&gt;I can't complain. Things have been going pretty good. I got to see some of my friends. I haven't made any new friends for this year yet, but come on it's only 7 days in. LOL. I think I'm going to be building a new site by April, but I have to see how much energy I'm going to have by then. Building a new site takes up so much time, and I'm so so happy with the one I have right now. I'd like more nature pictures, and less fluff, but sometime we just have to settle with what we have until we have more time to work on greater things. Most everyone likes my current site so, I guess I shouldn't worry to much. My mom thinks it needs improving, but that's moms for you. General Mood for the week. Emo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travel:&lt;br /&gt;NONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next week guys!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Baron J. J. Marchese</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mavismanor.com/2008/01/8-week-one.html' title='’8 - Week One'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16507664&amp;postID=1433204392203627167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mavismanor.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16507664/posts/default/1433204392203627167'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16507664/posts/default/1433204392203627167'/><author><name>The Baron</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16507664.post-1943157134073511007</id><published>2008-01-02T20:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T20:47:41.552-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kismet - 4 the ’8</title><content type='html'>4 the '8s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&gt; Be more Prepared!&lt;br /&gt;2.&gt; Enjoy more simply things&lt;br /&gt;3.&gt; See my friends at least once a month&lt;br /&gt;4.&gt; Began my plans on my newest B&amp;B idea&lt;br /&gt;5.&gt; Journal at least once a week!&lt;br /&gt;6.&gt; Get out of debt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. How to be more prepared. My goals are as followed. I will address the parts of my life that need more attention. I will find the holes in them, and fill then with a plan and scheme to make any problems easier to cope with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b. How to enjoy more simply thing. First and foremost I need to take myself away from the high tech and pointless things that surround me. Here are the rulez. If something isn't making my MIND, BODY, SOUL, WORK LIFE, SOCIAL LIFE, or SAFETY any better then it need to go. I'm sick and tired of shit owning me! I want to be free and open to experience life in it's grandest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c. How to visit with friends more often? I will make plans to visit them, or have them visit me. When this isn't possible I will communicate with them at least 4 times a month to catch up, on how their life is going, and stay involved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d. Planning for B&amp;B ii. If it took me 4 years to plan Mavis Manor, I will need to began at least a journal about my next future adventure in 2010 or 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e. How to journal. With the web being so easy to journal on I will be added a enter at least once a week with just a general recap of life, and how things are progressing. Weather, or other relative events may play a role too. I may leave the myspace format to a format I control. If that happened I will let all you nosy ppl know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f. This is one of the hardest. I will do my best to get out of debt. My goal is to be 99% out. Own almost ZERO!!! This will take a lot of hardwork, and intent shopping! I will achieve it thought!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Predictions for 2008&lt;br /&gt;Three new friends;See two new places;framing business;reconnect with long lost friends;discover something new about myself;terrible hurricane on east coast;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baron</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mavismanor.com/2008/01/kismet-4-8.html' title='Kismet - 4 the ’8'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16507664&amp;postID=1943157134073511007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mavismanor.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16507664/posts/default/1943157134073511007'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16507664/posts/default/1943157134073511007'/><author><name>The Baron</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16507664.post-5658920375914458332</id><published>2007-12-24T20:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T20:46:50.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Satorai - Winter Chill</title><content type='html'>thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you just have to wonder why things can be right as rain, and other times completely out of wack. The holidays seem to be the times when you must ponder this the most!! Today, i'm sad. Sad that my worlds all cant be connected. My worlds are in many broken pieces scattered all along the east coast seashore. It strange to really ponder my life in a whole though... like where i've been where i'm going who comes and go and who stays? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I do love the winter season. Why? it helps me reflect about everything in the world, in my life, and in everyone elses life. I like to just sip coffee, look at the snow falling and feel the peace. Rain is peaceful, but a noice peaceful, There is nothing truly like snow. It dances down from the heavens, and lands gentle on the soil. It will build up and sometime you have to move it around, or even better you can get lost in it. Hiking in the winter time is one of my favorite time, Mid day cloudy, when its bright, but still the snow is making the green tree burst in unusally colour. I do so love that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  If we could know our fate would we? See this is a question i toy with a lot. It would be cool to know, but depressing all at the same time. NO surprises. I do so like to experence the unknown. Not knowing what is going to happen tomorrow... its well so refreshing. Know that tomorrow will always be different. Even if somethings stay the same... I miss people. People I normally have close, and people I havent seem or talk to in years. I miss being young. I also miss the childish thoughts I have from time to time. and if you are reading this. I miss you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadness, that is what i feel. Sadness, i hurts in my bones, in my dreams in my being. I dont really know why? I guess i should just smile, and be greatful i'm loved for whom im and all that jazz...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-???</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mavismanor.com/2007/12/satorai-winter-chill.html' title='Satorai - Winter Chill'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16507664&amp;postID=5658920375914458332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mavismanor.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16507664/posts/default/5658920375914458332'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16507664/posts/default/5658920375914458332'/><author><name>The Baron</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16507664.post-7278443694930805543</id><published>2007-12-04T10:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T20:46:11.177-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams - Remodeling a Building w/ Friends</title><content type='html'>Weird dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was working on some building. Doing the inside remodeling work. A few of my friends were around helping me. Gabi, Julie, Sarah, Shannon, this girl from the zoo I forget her name, and my family. A cousin came by so I had to show him around the place. Which took a little bit, then I was on the phone for with the bank for a little while. My family needed to leave so I saw them off, and finally I was on the computer with Tec support dealing with the business. The Tec support was similar to Second Life and the girl from Tec support walked me through a few steps, we flirted over the computer, and I even invited her to some check out the building sometime. Once, I ended my Tec support I went to find my friends. Julie and Shannon were covered in drywall and plaster because they were moving it around. So I run up to them gave them a hug, and told them sorry I didn't get to spend any of the day with them, but we should go out to dinner tonight. Sarah was on another floor sweeping. I invited her to dinner too. She declined but said she'd come back and help clean some more, she had a blast. I told her I would have more time to help out tomorrow. I should be running around so much. Then I went downstairs to the alley way, and zoo girl was taking out trash. I thanked her very much for her help, and she said no problem, but Gabi left around 1ish got pissed I wasn't around to help out and just left. It was 6ish now. We started working around 11. The four of us went to dinner, and it was great we all had some drinks talked about our day, I told them about Tec support girl, and we laughed and all agreed it was a great day all in all.</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mavismanor.com/2007/12/dreams-remodeling-building-w-friends.html' title='Dreams - Remodeling a Building w/ Friends'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16507664&amp;postID=7278443694930805543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mavismanor.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16507664/posts/default/7278443694930805543'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16507664/posts/default/7278443694930805543'/><author><name>The Baron</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16507664.post-339313673871125497</id><published>2007-11-19T08:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T20:45:08.387-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Satori - Love Meter</title><content type='html'>Sagittarius on 7th house cusp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are bright, verbal, curious and always seem to be restlessly seeking new experiences. Your pleasant, breezy manner does not reveal your private insecurity and inner anxiety about being the type who will try everything and wind up with nothing lasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are strongly attracted to those who seem philosophically at peace with themselves and your relationships usually begin with long, serious discussions about life. The familiar may seem dull to you and you often connect with those of different cultures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are so interested in learning and sharing new ideas and experiences that you are irresistibly drawn to those who seem to have a broader philosophical perspective, with whom you can share ideas and put them together into a fresh, meaningful context.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your partners are well-educated, well-traveled and are drawn to the law, education, philosophy, religion, publishing or some area where they will have the opportunity to disseminate their ideas. They sometimes tend to resist marriage or committed bonds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jupiter, Ruler of 7th house, is in 4th:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you don't always seem sentimental, you have warm memories of your childhood home and family. Especially your father. In those days you were given the space -- physically and emotionally -- to be and to become. In your adult relationships, you unconsciously try to reproduce that sense of home where the family was close without being smothering. You often draw people who are philosophically resistant to the idea of monogamy which results from stated rules. They feel a relationship is more honest if commitment is voluntary. You may go along with that but you are privately a little uncomfortable with it since you like to feel more secure. Ultimately, however, you find that your relationships work better with fewer restrictions and, in the end, the relationships that work are monogamous anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your partners usually like to travel and often need to do so for professional reasons. But the happiest times together are usually at home. As busy as each of you are with work and other matters, you nest well together. Actually, your individual lives are sufficiently interesting and varies that, if you live together, your home would be spacious and filled with fascinating mementos acquired during various experiences and journeys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neptune in 7th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your highest ideals are tested through your relationships. Your partners are either extraordinarily talented, spiritually evolved and sensitive or they are dissolute, escapist and irresponsible. Either way, you are required to make some sort of sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One reason you may be so obsessive about your relationships is it's the one area of your life that isn't motivated by practical considerations. Even the negative ties help you to connect with the more spiritual side of yourself. You idealize your partners. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jupiter Opposition MC with an orb of less than 1/2 degree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were little, your teachers liked you and when you grew up, your employers liked you. You tend to approach all relationships both personal and professional with an easy assurance. It is important to you that close ties enjoy society's approval. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mercury Conjunct Venus with an orb between 1 and 3 degrees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intelligence is sexy to you. If a person you find physically attractive isn't also bright, verbal and someone you can talk to, you're not interested. You have a highly developed aesthetic sense and are drawn to people of taste, wit and charm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mercury Conjunct Uranus with an orb between 3 and 5 degrees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brilliant and original as you are, you can also be difficult and unpredictable. Close ties may complain they never know when you are going to show up or what you're planning next. You are easily bored and love people who can both stimulate and surprise you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venus Conjunct Mars with an orb between 3 and 5 degrees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours was not a happy childhood and, while there is nothing you want more than a close love relationship, you may also fear it. You probably have an active sex life but may have some discomfort acknowledging feelings of love, dependence or vulnerability. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun Square Jupiter with an orb between 3 and 5 degrees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you suffer from an excess of enthusiasm and plunge into relationships and projects without seriously considering beforehand the viability of the situation. You are kind, honest and good-humored. Sometimes you're also a show-off or a know-it-all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moon Square Asc. with an orb between 3 and 5 degrees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You often feel emotionally misunderstood. You may have learned as a child to hide your true feelings in order to accommodate those around you. As an adult, your outer manner often belies your inner responses more than you may consciously realize or intend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun Sextile Moon with an orb between 1 and 5 degrees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether or not your parents themselves had a successful marriage, you came away with a clear sense of the masculine and feminine and how they integrate. You are comfortable with the opposite sex and have no problem forming healthy, enduring relationships. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun SemiSquare Neptune with an orb between 1 and 2 degrees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your father was either over- idealized or he was rejected as a role model. Either way, your concept of what a man should be is not based upon a mortal person, but upon an ideal. This may lead to unrealistic expectations in close personal relationships. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun Quincunx Asc. with an orb between 1 and 3 degrees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People do not receive an accurate first impression of you. Owing to shyness or lack of confidence, you have cultivated a persona which is not expressive of the person you experience yourself to be. This creates complications in personal relationships. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moon Quincunx MC with an orb between 1 and 3 degrees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are forever embroiled in controversy with people in positions of authority which, at times, may attract public attention. You want and need approval more than you care to admit to yourself, but it must be on your terms and not entail any compromise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venus Quintile Saturn with an orb between 1 and 3 degrees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you may not be emotionally demonstrative or sentimental, you love deeply, lastingly and loyally. You may be strongly drawn to people either much older or much younger than you are. Love, for you, has always entailed an enormous amount of responsibility. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moon Conjunct Saturn with an orb between 5 and 8 degrees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have as much self-confidence as you appear to have. You long for love and affection but have never felt, since childhood, that you could have it, simply by being. You feel you have to earn it in some way. You like close ties to need and depend on you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mercury Conjunct Mars with an orb between 5 and 8 degrees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since you tend to be rather irritable and sharp-tongued at times you require a partner with a sense of humor who is not too thin-skinned. You are bright, curious and restless and enjoy the company of those who are equally high-spirited and enterprising. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venus Conjunct Uranus with an orb between 5 and 8 degrees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need to be close and you need to be free. This is a major life conflict which has always created complications for you in close personal relationships. One manifestation of this may be a tendency to pursue the unavailable or the unreliable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mars Opposition Asc. with an orb between 5 and 8 degrees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a tremendous amount of energy and, in a relationship, are happiest when you and your partner are actively participating in something together. You tend to be quite competitive and can even be somewhat combative. You should always avoid the timid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moon does not aspect Mercury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's as if the emotional and rational sides of your nature take turns expressing themselves. You are either utterly detached and objective about a situation or so emotionally involved you have no perspective. You are not in touch with your feelings.</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mavismanor.com/2007/11/satori-love-meter.html' title='Satori - Love Meter'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16507664&amp;postID=339313673871125497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mavismanor.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16507664/posts/default/339313673871125497'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16507664/posts/default/339313673871125497'/><author><name>The Baron</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16507664.post-8647226678413915350</id><published>2007-11-04T21:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T20:43:16.664-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Satori- 25 Hours Who said you couldn’t steal time.</title><content type='html'>I hope everyone remebered to sleep in today, or at least used the stolen hour for something they enjoyed doing.... Happy 25 hour day!!!</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mavismanor.com/2007/11/satori-25-hours-who-said-you-couldnt.html' title='Satori- 25 Hours Who said you couldn’t steal time.'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16507664&amp;postID=8647226678413915350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mavismanor.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16507664/posts/default/8647226678413915350'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16507664/posts/default/8647226678413915350'/><author><name>The Baron</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16507664.post-1067002698706244883</id><published>2007-11-03T23:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T20:44:02.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Satori - Something To Consider</title><content type='html'>there was a Nebraska farmer who grew award-winning corn. Each year he entered his corn in the state fair where it won a blue ribbon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year a newspaper reporter interviewed him and learned something interesting about how he grew it. The reporter discovered that the farmer shared his seed corn with his neighbors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How can you afford to share your best seed corn with your neighbors when they are entering corn in competition with yours each year?" the reporter asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why sir," said the farmer, "didn't you know? The wind picks up pollen from the ripening corn and swirls it from field to field. If my neighbors grow inferior corn, cross-pollination will steadily degrade the quality of my corn. If I am to grow good corn, I must help my neighbors grow good corn."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is very much aware of the connectedness of life. His corn cannot improve unless his neighbor's corn also improves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it is in other dimensions. Those who choose to be at peace must help their neighbors to be at peace. Those who choose to live well must help others to live well, for the value of a life is measured by the lives it touches. And those who choose to be happy must help others to find happiness for the welfare of each is bound up with the welfare of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lesson for each of us is this: if we are to grow good corn, we must help our neighbors grow good corn.</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mavismanor.com/2007/11/satori-something-to-consider.html' title='Satori - Something To Consider'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16507664&amp;postID=1067002698706244883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mavismanor.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16507664/posts/default/1067002698706244883'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16507664/posts/default/1067002698706244883'/><author><name>The Baron</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16507664.post-690493889450356824</id><published>2007-10-20T08:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T20:42:44.877-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baron's Advice - Birth Order Compatibility: Your Best -- and Worst -- Matches for Love</title><content type='html'>BEST BIRTH ORDER MARRIAGES&lt;br /&gt;Only child and youngest; first-born and youngest; middle child and youngest: Gender plays a role here as well. If you want the absolute best match, it's female only or first-born marrying a male youngest child who has older sisters. The last born with older sisters is going to be the sort of person who brings out the maternal instinct in women, and the oldest sister is likely to have great maternal urges. The young man has grown up with girls who have doted on him, cared for him, and generally treated him like one of their cuddly toys. This is the same sort of treatment he seeks in a wife, and the best place he'll find it is with an oldest sister. The match works both ways. The first-born needs someone to show her pleasures of sunsets, rainbows, and to remind her that it can be fun to let her mind wander and do something crazy or different. The last-born needs someone to show him that while having fun is a wonderful thing, it takes hard work and perseverance to turn those daydreams into reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Born Married To A First Born: Likely high friction. Either butting heads from day one, or falling into a controller-pleaser relationship. Think John McEnroe and Tatum O'Neal, and you'll have some idea of how difficult it can be to make such a pairing work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Born Married To A Middle Child: The danger here is that the middle-born may modify his or her own behavior to please the first-born mate. While the middle makes a good general match for anyone (except, perhaps, for another middle), she may find the first born to be somewhat intimidating and thus need drawing out. If you marry a hard-driving first-born, you may be inclined to give up your own desires and dreams to please your more dominant, first-born spouse. However, if you have last-born tendencies, this can be a very good match for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Born Married To The Last Born: Excellent combination: First-born can teach last-born how to be better organized, and that there are times when life must be taken seriously. The last-born teaches the first-born that it's okay to have fun once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the worst combinations?&lt;br /&gt;Middle Child Married To A Middle Child: Has the potential to go either way. If one of the middle-borns has first-born tendencies and one has last-born tendencies and traits, this can be a good match. &lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, if both partners are solid, secretive middle-born communication is likely to suffer -- though you'll do well compromising to get along and keep the peace. Has the least chance of experiencing marital infidelity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Middle Child Married to Last Born: Works best if the middle born has some first-born tendencies. If the middle is a true middle, he may find himself pulled into the last-born's more irresponsible lifestyle, creating the problems seen in a last-born to last-born marriage. If she has last-born tendencies, there could be trouble. If she has first-born traits, then a great match. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Born Married To A Last Born: Be careful here. You may have fun, but you'll also feel like life is getting a little out of control, with nobody in charge. Even last-borns can handle controlled chaos for only so long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WORST FAMILY BLEND&lt;br /&gt;Only-child female and an only-child male: Not only will the two butt heads, but neither will have much of a clue about the other gender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Female last-born with no brothers and male last-born with no sisters: Not only are you compounding the problems of two last-borns, but neither really knows very much about the opposite sex -- at least in a psychological sense -- and so wouldn't be particularly understanding and supportive of each other.</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mavismanor.com/2007/10/barons-advice-birth-order-compatibility.html' title='Baron&apos;s Advice - Birth Order Compatibility: Your Best -- and Worst -- Matches for Love'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16507664&amp;postID=690493889450356824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mavismanor.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16507664/posts/default/690493889450356824'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16507664/posts/default/690493889450356824'/><author><name>The Baron</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16507664.post-4265342129907793944</id><published>2007-10-10T08:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T20:41:42.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Melancholy - Shirley Jean Fye</title><content type='html'>Shirley Jean Fye, 61, of Akron, passed away October 8, 2007 at Akron General Medical Center. She was born October 19, 1945 in Johnstown, Pennsylvania to the late Russell G. &amp; Edna B. (Boring) Fye. Shirley was a caring, kind, loving person that would help anyone in need. She is survived by her sister, Louise Coffman; brothers, Robert (Janet) Fye, Russell (Marian) Fye, Jr. and Harold E. Fye. Funeral services will be conducted 1:00 p.m. Friday at Newcomer Funeral Home, 131 N. Canton Rd. with Rev. William Warner officiating. The family will receive friends at the funeral home from 11:00 a.m. Friday until the service begins. The family would like to extend a special thanks to the many friends at the Akron Zoo. &lt;br /&gt;NEWCOMER FUNERAL HOME, 330-784-3334</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mavismanor.com/2007/10/melancholy-shirley-jean-fye.html' title='Melancholy - Shirley Jean Fye'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16507664&amp;postID=4265342129907793944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mavismanor.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16507664/posts/default/4265342129907793944'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16507664/posts/default/4265342129907793944'/><author><name>The Baron</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16507664.post-5271229166566598819</id><published>2007-10-05T20:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T20:41:06.217-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prophecy - 10.10.7</title><content type='html'>Hopefully it is nothing... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I just have a very bad feeling about &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.10.7 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is completely out of the blue, but i just thought i'd put it out there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Baron</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mavismanor.com/2007/10/prophecy-10107.html' title='Prophecy - 10.10.7'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16507664&amp;postID=5271229166566598819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mavismanor.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16507664/posts/default/5271229166566598819'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16507664/posts/default/5271229166566598819'/><author><name>The Baron</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16507664.post-441007019482791548</id><published>2007-09-14T20:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T20:40:34.271-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Satori - Freedom is Free</title><content type='html'>Ok, I'm so fucking sick and tired of all these people saying "Freedom isn't Free" like hell. If I have to do something, that is not my choice then what freedom do I really have… grrr… Freedom is a choice. A fucking choice. You chose it or you don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Liberty that isn't Free. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Freedom is FREE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedom&lt;br /&gt;1 : the quality or state of being free: as a : the absence of necessity, coercion, or constraint in choice or action b : liberation from slavery or restraint or from the power of another : INDEPENDENCE c : the quality or state of being exempt or released usually from something onerous d : EASE, FACILITY e : the quality of being frank, open, or outspoken f : improper familiarity g : boldness of conception or execution h : unrestricted use &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liberty&lt;br /&gt;1 : the quality or state of being free: a : the power to do as one pleases b : freedom from physical restraint c : freedom from arbitrary or despotic control d : the positive enjoyment of various social, political, or economic rights and privileges e : the power of choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to tell you all here right now, in a public forum that if I'm drafted I'm just saying where I'm. If someone "Military" tries to come get me, I will do the most honourable thing. Why is that honourable, then at least he/she gets to die on American Soil. That is where all our boys and girls should be dying. Not in some fucking sand box on the other side of the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me sad to think that a American Solders has to leave his own country and move somewhere else just because the "government" is ordering him/her to do something they don't agree with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn OFF, Log IN, Speak UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr FF</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mavismanor.com/2007/09/satori-freedom-is-free.html' title='Satori - Freedom is Free'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16507664&amp;postID=441007019482791548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mavismanor.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16507664/posts/default/441007019482791548'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16507664/posts/default/441007019482791548'/><author><name>The Baron</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16507664.post-6983495241347352310</id><published>2007-09-13T11:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T20:39:42.818-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream - Musik College</title><content type='html'>The dream begins with me on a bus arriving at some college. At the college I meet up with some of my friends, a lot of them are getting ready for a performance, and they need to learn all the musik. So, most of them are sitting around the hotel lobby practicing learning and quizzing others on the musik. I and Joop go into the hotel gift shop. Look around for a bit. Them, we walk like 4 blocks away to check out this antique shop. The town was setup rather strange. Very curve roads, and lots of vending carts. We walk back to the hotel, and I started to chit chat with some of the girls I know seeing who wanted to go for a cruise into town. Joop, me and Hero, plus 3 other girls who I seem to know very well, but I don't know in "real life" we will call them, Carrie, Katie and Kara. We had a rental car we could use. It was a late 90s Black Lincoln Town Car. We peel out of the gravel parking lot onto the main drag. The roads were rather curve and there were cops everywhere. We had to drive careful cause it being a college town, people would just walk out into the streets. During the trip I thought I would try out the in car shower, and got all soaped up, and grabbed the shower head to rinse off. We pulled down this whiny country looking road which we thought lead to this park, but it really just lead to this rich dudes house, we turn around in his driveway, which was one of the u shaped drive ways, but he had trees planted at one end of the loop so it wasn't really a u anymore. So we headed back onto the road. Pick this cool looking store and headed inside. While inside they were having like a fashion show where you could buy the clothes, but it was like last years styles, for really cheap. A goodwill fashion show kinda. To buy the clothes you had to get a ticket, and go into this place that looked like a dressing room. You could see most of the clothes hanging on a conveyor belt on the ceiling. The girls purchased some clothes and we headed back to the college for their performances. Carrie and Kara were study partners and headed to one of those quite rooms to study. Katie just wanted to flirt with me, and kept trying to get me to go the park, or upstairs with her. I not wanting her to do bad during her test, I told her maybe after words. Later on Carrie, wanted a "good luck" kiss which she tried to make more them just a little peck. And Kara was giving me googlely eyes the entire time. I went on a quest to find some coffee, and sat at a little coffee shop and read the news paper, it was talking about the tragic event that took place a week or so ago. I don't remember what it was, but that was the reason cops were everywhere. Police presents were something all people had to get use to now, since when u were in a city they were everywhere. Don't remember much more….</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mavismanor.com/2007/09/dream-musik-college.html' title='Dream - Musik College'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16507664&amp;postID=6983495241347352310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mavismanor.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16507664/posts/default/6983495241347352310'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16507664/posts/default/6983495241347352310'/><author><name>The Baron</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16507664.post-5510072587272252925</id><published>2007-09-08T17:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T20:39:02.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Business - Chaging People’s Lives One Person at a Time</title><content type='html'>Are you looking to make a little extra money? Have you ever dreamt of earning what you are worth? How about backing a product that will give you visible results? Work from Home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is trying to maintain a healthy life style. Why not help them achieve that goal? Bring a healthy alternative to dieting into peoples lives. How you may ask? That was the question I had as well. The answer is very simple. Become a Personal Wellness Coach via Herbalife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what you're thinking… &lt;br /&gt;a. "I don't know how to be a wellness coach, do I have to go back to college?" &lt;br /&gt;b. "Do I have to pay large amounts of money?"&lt;br /&gt;c. "Will I have to work 9-5?"&lt;br /&gt;d. "How will I do all of this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. "No college classes required. Herbalife gives you everything you need to become a wellness coach, and will provide you with on going training. Plus you can always come to me for extra help."&lt;br /&gt;b. "No, do you think I would pay large sums of money to join anything… We all know I'm a pretty thrifty boy."&lt;br /&gt;c. "You will set your own hours, work as much or as little as you choose. It's not about working hard, it's about working smart and building relationships with those you are helping."&lt;br /&gt;d. "Contact me, and we will get you started as an Herbalife Distributor, where you start earning 25% of what you sell Day One."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a little example: When one of your customers who is wanting to improve their nutrition habits, purchases100$ of product from you, you instantly make 25$. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$25! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a short while, once you begin growing your business, you can increase your 25% to 50% profit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still have more question? Call or Email me.&lt;br /&gt;Ohio 330.289.8361&lt;br /&gt;WV 304.237.4440</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mavismanor.com/2007/09/business-chaging-peoples-lives-one.html' title='Business - Chaging People’s Lives One Person at a Time'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16507664&amp;postID=5510072587272252925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mavismanor.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16507664/posts/default/5510072587272252925'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16507664/posts/default/5510072587272252925'/><author><name>The Baron</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16507664.post-8666159956707557239</id><published>2007-08-28T20:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T20:38:08.898-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aevum - Life 28.8.7</title><content type='html'>There are times when we know which direct we are heading. Everything seems clear, and we have all our dreams laid out in front of us. This is not one of those times for me. My stress levels are dangerously high. I know this cause of the way I fill. Sadly, there is nothing I can do about it. So, all you cool kyds want to know why my stress levels are so off the hook. Here is a very undetailed break down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money. The sill debt I have built up over the years. See it's so hard to plan a future when you have your past beating down on you all the time. In all my relationship course, Money is the number one reason couple fight. So, it was always my plan to have my debt dealt with before I got into another serious relationship. Funny right. Ah, no worries. I will figure it all out. That is what I'm good at doing figuring out how to make something out of nothing… Creating the unknown and making it something known. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents… everyone that know my parents totally understand this. Now, for those of you who don't let me give you a quick recap. I'm running my parents business. They expect me to do more then I ever imagined doing. I work hard, longer and I'm not really seeing any returns on my end for doing all of this. Sometime there are times when I know they don't understand anything about the Hospitality Business. So, because things are lacking in that field I have to make up for it in others. In a field I know almost nothing about, and where I have to spend extra time researching new idea, I should be going to bed and breakfast conferences to network and such, but we don't have it in the budget. So, this just means trial by fire. I just wish my parents understood 2 things, I'm doing my best, and trying to do better each day, and I'm never going to work myself to death, Working yourself to death isn't worth it. I'd much rather give stuff up, which I have. Then work to hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationship… My girlfriend just moved in cause the distance was killing us. So, this is huge change for me. I know it will make me months if not longer to roll with this. I know what it was like when my buddies moved in with me at my parent's house. This is kinda like that, but only a lot more complicated being my parents business. Also, I and she are polar opposites in some ways. Which don't get me wrong is something I'm totally cool with, and I think I even prefer that fact. But, there is also a lot of stress in her life. And I feel it is my duties as a good man, to help share that burden so it's not so hard for her. Don't mistake us sharing her burden as a chore. We all know I love drama, I can handle it, it just seems like Money, Parents, Relationships, and Her Stresses seem to be extremely high this particular month. So, be life I guess, so be life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note. I don't feel so overwhelmed that I want to give up or anything. Sometime I feel energized thinking that if we can manage this stress we can manage any level of stress thrown our way. That is truly a great feeling and something I don't think I have ever felt before. I know I hate plans, and such, but I guess a little organizing didn't really hurt the fact of being spontaneous. I want to keep my childlike view of the world, and if it means I have to keep a day planner to do that then so be it. We will get through all of this. I know it. It's not because of faith. It's just because I don't have any other path to choice. I will be wealthy, well connected, and respected. It's in my cards, in the stars, and etched in my palms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for listening… I will journal more often, but maybe not on myspace… If I do change to journal someplace else. I will give my friends the account so they can try to understand the workings of Justyn's mind! Comments welcome! Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;- Sir Justyn J. M. Baron of Mavis</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mavismanor.com/2007/08/aevum-life-2887.html' title='Aevum - Life 28.8.7'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16507664&amp;postID=8666159956707557239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mavismanor.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16507664/posts/default/8666159956707557239'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16507664/posts/default/8666159956707557239'/><author><name>The Baron</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16507664.post-7399643297718966465</id><published>2007-08-03T08:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T20:29:24.322-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams - Zombies and Airports</title><content type='html'>The Dream started off in an Airport, but the airport had rooms like a school. Maybe it was a school with an airport near. Either way, I was hanging out with some friends that had to do some stuff at the school. We were sitting around in one of the room watching TV waiting for one of my buddies to finish what needed to be finish. All of the sudden someone came into the room, and said the Zombie lovers were here. It was a group of totally crazy people with gun, and post apocalypse vehicles. They started driving through the hallways, and ramming their trucks into the doors ways and shoot everything that moved. We all split up and went different directions. They chased me I drove into a room with a large window to the hallway. They tried to drive their truck into the room I was in to run me over; they couldn't so they started shooting at me. I laid there and acted liked I was dead, but just outside of the guns reach. They I heard them yell, "Kids shoot the dead one, and watch how the body jumps around, plus its good practice." So, I crawled behind a large fallen bookshelf before they return. Once we all got outside, the song "What about Now" was playing like a soundtrack? We all decided since the Zombies were coming it was best if we all split up, or maybe there was so reason I needed to go to the old city. The old city that no one lived in for years, and the vines and plants were taking it over. All the old stuff was still in the store. So I was in the old country city. The zombies were here. So, I had to hide from them but it was hard because they cold smell blood. I hid on top of old general store under some old rugs. There was a trick to turn the zombies back into human. If you made the zombie organism they would be human again, and not know they were ever zombies. So I found this zombie girl, and got her off, and we were running from the zombie dogs. Hiding in cars, under rugs behind old refrigerators, but I still have no idea what I was looking for. We saved a few more people and decided to find the rest of my group. So we ran into the woods near the old city. This is where I woke myself up.</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mavismanor.com/2007/08/dreams-zombies-and-airports.html' title='Dreams - Zombies and Airports'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16507664&amp;postID=7399643297718966465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mavismanor.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16507664/posts/default/7399643297718966465'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16507664/posts/default/7399643297718966465'/><author><name>The Baron</name></author></entry></feed>