<?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-1626253159373837502</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:32:13.908-07:00</updated><category term='reunions'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='high school'/><category term='rants'/><category term='stories'/><category term='fiction'/><category term='short stories'/><title type='text'>Computer Whiz</title><subtitle type='html'>Thoughts From a guy trapped in a semi-working body</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnpaul79.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626253159373837502/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnpaul79.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Computer Whiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11104031666738799967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i139.photobucket.com/albums/q303/Computerman79/john3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1626253159373837502.post-590492237762005129</id><published>2007-11-08T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T07:36:07.668-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><title type='text'>Prologue</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;After the crew of the USS Enterprise-E parted ways; &lt;st1:givenname st="on"&gt;Jean-Luc&lt;/st1:GivenName&gt; &lt;st1:sn st="on"&gt;Picard&lt;/st1:Sn&gt; became an admiral, and married &lt;st2:personname st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:givenname st="on"&gt;Beverly&lt;/st1:GivenName&gt;  &lt;st1:sn st="on"&gt;Crusher&lt;/st1:Sn&gt;&lt;/st2:PersonName&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He also gave Data’s brother a better name.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He named him &lt;st1:givenname st="on"&gt;Robert&lt;/st1:GivenName&gt;; after his brother, who died in a fire on Earth along with his son.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:givenname st="on"&gt;Robert&lt;/st1:GivenName&gt; decided to try to create a daughter for himself, in honor of his brother.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He studied Data’s notes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After a month of hard work he finally succeeded.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He actually made a female android that had the capability to feel and show emotions.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:givenname st="on"&gt;Robert&lt;/st1:GivenName&gt; decided to name his daughter &lt;st1:givenname st="on"&gt;Delta&lt;/st1:GivenName&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After graduating the &lt;st2:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st2:placename st="on"&gt;Starfleet&lt;/st2:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st2:placetype st="on"&gt;Academy&lt;/st2:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st2:place&gt;, &lt;st1:givenname st="on"&gt;Delta&lt;/st1:GivenName&gt; was assigned to a brand new ship twenty seven years later.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;After &lt;st2:personname st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:givenname st="on"&gt;Mark&lt;/st1:GivenName&gt; &lt;st1:middlename st="on"&gt;Paul&lt;/st1:middlename&gt; &lt;st1:sn st="on"&gt;Nordneg&lt;/st1:Sn&gt;&lt;st1:namesuffix st="on"&gt;&lt;/st1:nameSuffix&gt;&lt;/st2:PersonName&gt;’s death; his son had a baby boy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Of course sticking with the family tradition, he named his son &lt;st2:personname st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:givenname st="on"&gt;John&lt;/st1:GivenName&gt;  &lt;st1:middlename st="on"&gt;Paul&lt;/st1:middlename&gt; &lt;st1:sn st="on"&gt;Nordneg&lt;/st1:Sn&gt; Jr&lt;st1:namesuffix st="on"&gt;&lt;/st1:nameSuffix&gt;&lt;/st2:PersonName&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;When &lt;st2:personname st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:givenname st="on"&gt;John&lt;/st1:GivenName&gt; &lt;st1:middlename st="on"&gt;Paul&lt;/st1:middlename&gt; &lt;st1:sn st="on"&gt;Nordneg&lt;/st1:Sn&gt; &lt;st1:namesuffix st="on"&gt;Sr&lt;/st1:nameSuffix&gt;&lt;/st2:PersonName&gt;’s son was old enough to walk and talk; he taught his son all about the universe, the academy, and how to fight.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;When &lt;st2:personname st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:givenname st="on"&gt;John&lt;/st1:GivenName&gt; &lt;st1:middlename st="on"&gt;Paul&lt;/st1:middlename&gt; &lt;st1:sn st="on"&gt;Nordneg&lt;/st1:Sn&gt; Jr&lt;st1:namesuffix st="on"&gt;&lt;/st1:nameSuffix&gt;&lt;/st2:PersonName&gt; was seventeen he joined the &lt;st2:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st2:placename st="on"&gt;Starfleet&lt;/st2:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st2:placetype st="on"&gt;Academy&lt;/st2:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st2:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He did so unbelievably good that he graduated in two years instead of the usual four.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After a few years; he was at a restaurant, and he saw a gorgeous woman sitting alone.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He went up to her and introduced himself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She introduced herself as &lt;st2:personname st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:givenname st="on"&gt;Ashley&lt;/st1:GivenName&gt; &lt;st1:sn st="on"&gt;Awrolp&lt;/st1:Sn&gt;&lt;/st2:PersonName&gt;. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;They dated for four years, and then got engaged.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1626253159373837502-590492237762005129?l=johnpaul79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnpaul79.blogspot.com/feeds/590492237762005129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1626253159373837502&amp;postID=590492237762005129&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626253159373837502/posts/default/590492237762005129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626253159373837502/posts/default/590492237762005129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnpaul79.blogspot.com/2007/11/prologue.html' title='Prologue'/><author><name>Computer Whiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11104031666738799967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i139.photobucket.com/albums/q303/Computerman79/john3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1626253159373837502.post-7845872902020657625</id><published>2007-10-22T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T06:17:52.601-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><title type='text'>The Missing Seven Years: The Arrival</title><content type='html'>"Oh my god, why did I sign up for this auction!"  Ash shouted inside her mind as she walked into the Xel Energy Center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she entered she saw the haul of the ship, then she heard the auctioneer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Our first item today is the haul of the ship &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;JOASH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  Notice the burn marks on it.  Some say--"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the auctioneer continued Ash sat down, and thought back to the arrival to Kronos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;JOASH&lt;/span&gt; reached Kronos the crew just stared in awe.  Even from six miles away they could see the bombs going off on the surface.  After ten minutes the crew went back to their duties.  Ash stood by John and talked to him through telepathy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you okay hon?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah. I'm just trying to figure out how to approach this situation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rubbing his back, "Oh I see. Why don't you call a meeting?  I bet our senior officers have ideas and suggestions.  Oh don't forget about that information chip we created thanks to your father.  I put it in Commander Delta."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh you did?  Awesome!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out loud John says , "All senior officers report to my Ready Room."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five minutes later John held the meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay guys, we need an attack plan.  Any suggestions?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commander Delta stands, "If I may sir?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John nods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"From processing the information that your father left; I have found at least six attack plans, and we can accomplish them all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok ok very good.  Which plan do you think we should do first?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well sir, judging by the information I think your father already put them in order to which we should do them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh ok, then let's do the first one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The cloak and nuke.  Ok.  Let me put it up on the screen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone studied the plan, and went to work on preparing the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;JOASH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, they started their first attack...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1626253159373837502-7845872902020657625?l=johnpaul79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnpaul79.blogspot.com/feeds/7845872902020657625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1626253159373837502&amp;postID=7845872902020657625&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626253159373837502/posts/default/7845872902020657625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626253159373837502/posts/default/7845872902020657625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnpaul79.blogspot.com/2007/10/missing-seven-years-arrival.html' title='The Missing Seven Years: The Arrival'/><author><name>Computer Whiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11104031666738799967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i139.photobucket.com/albums/q303/Computerman79/john3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1626253159373837502.post-6411675196396195309</id><published>2007-10-15T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T07:50:29.996-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><title type='text'>The Missing Seven Years: Shipping Out</title><content type='html'>After John Paul Nordneg  Jr ate his breakfast with his mom, Lydia, he kissed her and raced home to pack.  When he arrived at his driveway he noticed that his fiancee's black Lipter Class-D90 truck, his father's first invention for the public.  John very quietly pulled in the driveway,  hopped out of his own truck, and sneaked in their twelve story mansion.&lt;br /&gt;He could hear her singing, "She Don't Use Jelly" by The Flaming Lips, so he followed her voice to their bedroom.  Once he found her John just stood in the doorway, and watched her pack her suitcase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Going somewhere sexy?" John asked, knowing that Ashley wouldn't jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OH MY GOD JOHN, WHAT THE FUCK?!?" Ash yelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying not to laugh John said, "Oh baby, I'm sorry. I thought you knew that I was here b/c you're a Betazoid."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh I see, I'm sorry too.  My senses are acting up.  Probably because I'm nervous about being your first officer on this seven year mission."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aaaaaawwwwww hon why are you nervous?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm your fiancee, won't your crew be standoffish towards me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh geez no, they adore you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Really?" Ash asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes baby.  Now that's settled I'll help you finish up here." John said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok. Go through our closet and see if there's anything that I might have missed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John went to the closet and pushed the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scan and Retrieve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; button.  After five minutes a roll  of film came popping up.  John looked it over and found a hollow graphic disc message attached to it.  So John set the disc on the floor.  His father popped out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dad?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ash looked and walked over to her fiancee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh good you're both there, just listen to me.  I assume you guys found the roll of film that I hid in your closet.  On the film there is alot of information on it; everything from the best course to Kronos, to the layout of the Klingon's ships and Kronos itself.  I anticipated that the Klingons would seek revenge for my nuking the Bushe family.  So use the information wisely.  I love you all.  Over and out."   After the message played, John's father disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ash kissed her love and grabbed the film, "I'll go transfer this to an information chip and teleport it to the ship."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I see your senses unscrambled." John chuckled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ash just winked at him and walked off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John finished packing and teleported with Ash to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;USS JOASH&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;After getting settled on the ship, John went on the bridge and started their mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lieutenant Seraw, Send a sub space message to Werf saying we're on our way to nuke his fucking fleet!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes Captain."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Commander Delta, warp ten please."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Si Captain"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two minutes later Werf received the message, and growled.  "Ppeerrffeecctt!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1626253159373837502-6411675196396195309?l=johnpaul79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnpaul79.blogspot.com/feeds/6411675196396195309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1626253159373837502&amp;postID=6411675196396195309&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626253159373837502/posts/default/6411675196396195309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626253159373837502/posts/default/6411675196396195309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnpaul79.blogspot.com/2007/10/missing-seven-years-shipping-out.html' title='The Missing Seven Years: Shipping Out'/><author><name>Computer Whiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11104031666738799967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i139.photobucket.com/albums/q303/Computerman79/john3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1626253159373837502.post-4507529219437690410</id><published>2007-10-09T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T05:57:15.783-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><title type='text'>A Lost Son</title><content type='html'>As the forty five year old mother hugged her son just before he went to Kronos the Klingon home world, Lydia whispered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not one for sentimental endings. Not this time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Paul Nordneg Jr. just sighed,  "Mom, I'll be just fine.  Dad, god rest his soul, taught me every trick he created."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah well those tricks didn't keep him  alive now did they!" she snapped and walked into the kitchen to cook breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  John went in the kitchen to help his mom.  "No, they didn't but that was ten years ago.  This is 2034.  A new era.  Thanks to father the entire Bushe family got nuked; every body thought they were human, but then they all turned into Klingons.  Unfortunately that caused WWV but Dad won that war."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia chuckled.  "Yeah.  He did.  Remember the plane his fleet made him?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh the CP 500?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah.  That one.  He loved it because it fit around his wheelchair."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"See why I'm going mom?  In honor of my father, Captain John Paul Nordneg Sr."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Setting their plates of food on the table, Lydia said.  "I do.  I just don't want to lose you too.  Loosing your father was devastating."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know Mom, but like I said, that was ten years ago."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God, you're definitely your father's son, you're stubborn.  Fine.  Go fight WWIII on Kronos, just be careful."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll try Mom, I'll try."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Seven years later John got shot down, and died on impact when his plane crashed into a mountain on Kronos...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1626253159373837502-4507529219437690410?l=johnpaul79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnpaul79.blogspot.com/feeds/4507529219437690410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1626253159373837502&amp;postID=4507529219437690410&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626253159373837502/posts/default/4507529219437690410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626253159373837502/posts/default/4507529219437690410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnpaul79.blogspot.com/2007/10/lost-son.html' title='A Lost Son'/><author><name>Computer Whiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11104031666738799967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i139.photobucket.com/albums/q303/Computerman79/john3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1626253159373837502.post-241159162249231773</id><published>2007-10-07T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T12:29:06.326-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reunions'/><title type='text'>High School Reunions</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:20;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This blog is my attempt to get back into writing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I’ve been on a temporary retirement from blogging, because I didn’t have any muse or any good topics to really write about...until this morning.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;Before I start let me tell you a little about myself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m a twenty eight year old man, born and raised on &lt;st1:personname st="on"&gt;&lt;st2:givenname st="on"&gt;Minot&lt;/st2:givenname&gt;  &lt;st2:middlename st="on"&gt;AFB&lt;/st2:middlename&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;, &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;North Dakota&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m disabled, which doesn’t really mean anything because I still do everything a normal person does, except for the walk and talk part.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;In 1995, my father retired from the Air Force, and moved us to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Minnesota&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At first I was excited and happy because &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Minnesota&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; was where we took our summer vacations.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then, there were the events that happened that changed my viewpoint; call it &lt;i style=""&gt;four years of HELL&lt;/i&gt;…my high school years, but that is for another blog.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;This morning I was in my bed trying to wake up. As I lay there I watched the Twin Cities’ morning news.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They did a twenty second blurb about some high school reunion going on in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Minnesota&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It made me start to think.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;What is so special about high school reunions?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sure, you get to see old friends, past crushes, and old cliques.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, you also get to see enemies, exes, past crushes, and the lesser cliques.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There are always a couple of fights, too.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;I’ll admit, I am debating going to my first class reunion, which is in about a year and a half.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I just think that class reunions would be better if they were done online.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;Think about it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No more traveling, dealing with people, fights.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All people would have to do in order to do this would be to find a site like Myspace, and start a group for their graduation year. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Then after six to eight months or so, you could basically have a giant reunion that is continuously ongoing.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;Another thing that would be great about online class reunions is that you would have the option of ignoring the people you can’t stand.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1626253159373837502-241159162249231773?l=johnpaul79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnpaul79.blogspot.com/feeds/241159162249231773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1626253159373837502&amp;postID=241159162249231773&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626253159373837502/posts/default/241159162249231773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626253159373837502/posts/default/241159162249231773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnpaul79.blogspot.com/2007/10/high-school-reunions.html' title='High School Reunions'/><author><name>Computer Whiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11104031666738799967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i139.photobucket.com/albums/q303/Computerman79/john3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1626253159373837502.post-654024882999227987</id><published>2007-06-10T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T15:48:26.315-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>V Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;      Well today's Valentine's Day and I'm single, so I'm like, "Big whoop".  For years I've tried to get a girlfriend so I could enjoy this day, but now I feel it's pointless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Every time I get a girlfriend it never lasts for more than six months.  Either I'm the dumpee or I'm the dumper.  It sucks ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  There's one person that keeps me somewhat sane.  I can't remember when we met, but I know it was before I met my current ex-girlfriend.  She's very nice and sweet.  I'm not going to lie; I'm head over heels for her, but I highly doubt anything will develop between us, because when it comes to love…I'm cursed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1626253159373837502-654024882999227987?l=johnpaul79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnpaul79.blogspot.com/feeds/654024882999227987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1626253159373837502&amp;postID=654024882999227987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626253159373837502/posts/default/654024882999227987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626253159373837502/posts/default/654024882999227987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnpaul79.blogspot.com/2007/06/v-day.html' title='V Day'/><author><name>Computer Whiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11104031666738799967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i139.photobucket.com/albums/q303/Computerman79/john3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1626253159373837502.post-635572979914796639</id><published>2007-06-10T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T12:47:50.294-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>My Crush</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My Crush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we first met&lt;br /&gt;I was very down&lt;br /&gt;But after we talked&lt;br /&gt;I was much happier.&lt;br /&gt;The more we talked,&lt;br /&gt;And the more I looked&lt;br /&gt;At your picture,&lt;br /&gt;I fell head over heels&lt;br /&gt;For you.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm hoping&lt;br /&gt;When the time&lt;br /&gt;Is right&lt;br /&gt;You'll be mine Jeneefa&lt;br /&gt;Because you stole&lt;br /&gt;My heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1626253159373837502-635572979914796639?l=johnpaul79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnpaul79.blogspot.com/feeds/635572979914796639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1626253159373837502&amp;postID=635572979914796639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626253159373837502/posts/default/635572979914796639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626253159373837502/posts/default/635572979914796639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnpaul79.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-crush.html' title='My Crush'/><author><name>Computer Whiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11104031666738799967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i139.photobucket.com/albums/q303/Computerman79/john3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1626253159373837502.post-8279306870574655184</id><published>2007-06-10T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T12:50:05.641-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span arial="" black=""  style="font-size:20;"&gt;Love&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span arial="" black=""  style="font-size:20;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span arial="" black=""  style="font-size:16;"&gt;Love is like&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span arial="" black=""  style="font-size:16;"&gt;A precious life&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span arial="" black=""  style="font-size:16;"&gt;First two people&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span arial="" black=""  style="font-size:16;"&gt;Meet each other&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span arial="" black=""  style="font-size:16;"&gt;They talk a lot&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span arial="" black=""  style="font-size:16;"&gt;Get to know&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span arial="" black=""  style="font-size:16;"&gt;Each other&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span arial="" black=""  style="font-size:16;"&gt;By dating &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span arial="" black=""  style="font-size:16;"&gt;Each other&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span arial="" black=""  style="font-size:16;"&gt;And then if&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span arial="" black=""  style="font-size:16;"&gt;They are perfect&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span arial="" black=""  style="font-size:16;"&gt;For each other&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span arial="" black=""  style="font-size:16;"&gt;They fall&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span arial="" black=""  style="font-size:16;"&gt;In love&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span arial="" black=""  style="font-size:16;"&gt;And get married&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span arial="" black=""  style="font-size:16;"&gt;I'm in the beginning&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span arial="" black=""  style="font-size:16;"&gt;Stages of love&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span arial="" black=""  style="font-size:16;"&gt;But I hope to&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span arial="" black=""  style="font-size:16;"&gt;Get to the last&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span arial="" black=""  style="font-size:16;"&gt;Stage of love&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span arial="" black=""  style="font-size:16;"&gt;Because I have&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span arial="" black=""  style="font-size:16;"&gt;Never been there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1626253159373837502-8279306870574655184?l=johnpaul79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnpaul79.blogspot.com/feeds/8279306870574655184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1626253159373837502&amp;postID=8279306870574655184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626253159373837502/posts/default/8279306870574655184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626253159373837502/posts/default/8279306870574655184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnpaul79.blogspot.com/2007/06/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Computer Whiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11104031666738799967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i139.photobucket.com/albums/q303/Computerman79/john3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1626253159373837502.post-5677219540655255148</id><published>2007-06-10T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T12:53:44.596-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>My Darling</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span arial="" black=""  style="font-size:20;"&gt;My Darling&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span arial="" black=""  style="font-size:20;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span arial="" black=""  style="font-size:16;"&gt;You say that your eyes,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span arial="" black=""  style="font-size:16;"&gt;Are your best feature.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span arial="" black=""  style="font-size:16;"&gt;They are gorgeous,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span arial="" black=""  style="font-size:16;"&gt;In their own right.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span arial="" black=""  style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span arial="" black=""  style="font-size:16;"&gt;But I personally feel,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span arial="" black=""  style="font-size:16;"&gt;That you as a person,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span arial="" black=""  style="font-size:16;"&gt;Are a sexy creature.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span arial="" black=""  style="font-size:16;"&gt;From your piercing eyes,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span arial="" black=""  style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span arial="" black=""  style="font-size:16;"&gt;To your joyful soul.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span arial="" black=""  style="font-size:16;"&gt;I'd lost all hope,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span arial="" black=""  style="font-size:16;"&gt;Thinking no one&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span arial="" black=""  style="font-size:16;"&gt;Could ever love me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span arial="" black=""  style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span arial="" black=""  style="font-size:16;"&gt;Then that one faithful day,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span arial="" black=""  style="font-size:16;"&gt;You came into my life&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span arial="" black=""  style="font-size:16;"&gt;And gave me hope,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span arial="" black=""  style="font-size:16;"&gt;And for that I'm grateful.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span arial="" black=""  style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span arial="" black=""  style="font-size:16;"&gt;My darling girlfriend,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span arial="" black=""  style="font-size:16;"&gt;I truly love you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span arial="" black=""  style="font-size:16;"&gt;From your piercing eyes,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span arial="" black=""  style="font-size:16;"&gt;To your joyful soul.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1626253159373837502-5677219540655255148?l=johnpaul79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnpaul79.blogspot.com/feeds/5677219540655255148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1626253159373837502&amp;postID=5677219540655255148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626253159373837502/posts/default/5677219540655255148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626253159373837502/posts/default/5677219540655255148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnpaul79.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-darling.html' title='My Darling'/><author><name>Computer Whiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11104031666738799967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i139.photobucket.com/albums/q303/Computerman79/john3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
