<?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-31333312</id><updated>2011-12-14T18:36:38.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the other side of the earth</title><subtitle type='html'>I moved to the other side of the earth. Life is getting better and Im adjusting to living in this hellhole. But it still sucks sometimes!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthsotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31333312/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthsotherside.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06291237877806869387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4501/2321/1600/blog.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31333312.post-5632939791226175626</id><published>2007-08-04T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:02:14.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire Mothra!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drYOf09-hak/RrTINGsbMlI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ni4C_Hi06tU/s1600-h/mothra-c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drYOf09-hak/RrTINGsbMlI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ni4C_Hi06tU/s320/mothra-c.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094917205923672658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful girls await their Mothra's return and sing out their suffering. In Mothra they demonstrate telepathic ability, within speaking range with people and over great distances with Mothra. They explain that while they call to Mothra in prayer and song, they and Mothra are also connected on some deeper level beyond their control, and it is this connection that impels Mothra to find them no matter where they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mosura ya Mosura&lt;br /&gt;Mothra O Mothra&lt;br /&gt;Dongan kasakuyan Indo muu&lt;br /&gt;If we were to call for help&lt;br /&gt;Rusuto uiraadoa&lt;br /&gt;Over time&lt;br /&gt;Hanba hanbamuyan&lt;br /&gt;Over sea&lt;br /&gt;Randa banunradan Tounjukanraa&lt;br /&gt;Like a wave you'd come&lt;br /&gt;Kasaku yaanmu&lt;br /&gt;Our guardian angel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_drYOf09-hak/RrTMTWsbMmI/AAAAAAAAAA8/-DsSNb3vYeA/s1600-h/Mothra+96.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_drYOf09-hak/RrTMTWsbMmI/AAAAAAAAAA8/-DsSNb3vYeA/s320/Mothra+96.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094921711344366178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ending of the film alludes heavily to Christianity: Mothra's symbol is revealed to bear a likeness to the Christian cross—though it more specifically resembles the Celtic cross—and its image, joined by the sound of ringing church bells, is used to summon Mothra. Remarkably, whereas the propagation of western capitalism is to blame for Mothra's destructive onslaught, it is western religion which appeases it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Grail, Atlantis, Philip k Dick, Gnostic, Apollo, Mars, Astrology&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31333312-5632939791226175626?l=earthsotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthsotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/5632939791226175626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31333312&amp;postID=5632939791226175626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31333312/posts/default/5632939791226175626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31333312/posts/default/5632939791226175626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthsotherside.blogspot.com/2007/08/fire-mothra.html' title='Fire Mothra!'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06291237877806869387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4501/2321/1600/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drYOf09-hak/RrTINGsbMlI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ni4C_Hi06tU/s72-c/mothra-c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31333312.post-8798801243928239468</id><published>2007-01-09T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:02:14.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Death of the Birds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_drYOf09-hak/RaRCJSYj7yI/AAAAAAAAAAg/uP83iQKK-2c/s1600-h/bird.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_drYOf09-hak/RaRCJSYj7yI/AAAAAAAAAAg/uP83iQKK-2c/s320/bird.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018208612118687522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birds are dying. They shall be missed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Grail, Atlantis, Philip k Dick, Gnostic, Apollo, Mars, Astrology&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31333312-8798801243928239468?l=earthsotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthsotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/8798801243928239468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31333312&amp;postID=8798801243928239468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31333312/posts/default/8798801243928239468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31333312/posts/default/8798801243928239468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthsotherside.blogspot.com/2007/01/death-of-birds.html' title='The Death of the Birds'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06291237877806869387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4501/2321/1600/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_drYOf09-hak/RaRCJSYj7yI/AAAAAAAAAAg/uP83iQKK-2c/s72-c/bird.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31333312.post-6027651425508149644</id><published>2007-01-05T07:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:02:14.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dragon's Triangle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_drYOf09-hak/RZ523SYj7wI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QZAfU0KPsZY/s1600-h/snakes_on_a_plane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_drYOf09-hak/RZ523SYj7wI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QZAfU0KPsZY/s320/snakes_on_a_plane.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016577727137050370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1-1-07 JAKARTA, Indonesia - A passenger plane lost contact with flight controllers Monday as it flew between Indonesia‘s Java and Sulawesi islands, officials said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The missing plane is a Boeing 737-400, carrying six crew and 96 passengers, including 11 children, Indonesia‘s El-Shinta radio reported. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was reported by "officials" that the plane had been found and that there were 12 survivors. &lt;a href="http://www.asianews.it/index.php?l=en&amp;art=8122&amp;size=A"&gt;More&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT THEN?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a staggering twist to the search for an aircraft, senior Indonesian officials said Tuesday reports the jet with 102 people on board had been found on Sulawesi island were flat-out wrong and it was still missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Various officials recounted earlier how wreckage of the Adam Air Boeing 737-400 had been found after crashing into mountains in heavy rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were reports how 12 people had survived the crash and were being cared for by villagers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The location has not been found," admitted First Air Marshal Eddy Suyanto, commander of the Hasanuddin air base in Makassar. "We apologize that the news that we conveyed was not true." &lt;a href="http://www.thestandard.com.hk/news_detail.asp?pp_cat=17&amp;art_id=35264&amp;sid=11568429&amp;con_type=3"&gt;More&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;On the night of 29 December, a ferry sank in a storm off Java and 400 passengers are still missing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON HERE???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In recent years much has been written about the Bermuda Triangle and the mysterious phenomena associated with it. Most of us are aware that the Bermuda Triangle is a triangular shaped area of ocean stretching from the Straits of Florida, north-east to Bermuda, south to Lesser Antilles and then back to Florida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less known, on the other side of the world, there exists a similar area of ocean known as the Dragon�s Triangle. The Dragon�s Triangle follows a line from Western Japan, north of Tokyo, to a point in the Pacific at approximate latitude of 145 degrees east. It turns west south west, past the Bonin Islands, then down to Guam and Yap, west towards Taiwan, before heading back to Japan in a north north easterly direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both areas share stories of missing maritime vessels and aircraft, reports of malfunctioning navigational and communication equipment and tales of drifting, crewless ghost ships. &lt;a href="http:///www.mysterymag.com/earthmysteries/?page=article&amp;subID=75&amp;artID=197"&gt;More&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now do I really believe that the ferry and the airplane sunk and crashed(or whatever other possibility) due to the mirrored eastern version of the Bermuda triangle? NO. The fact that its called dragon's triangle is of personal significance to me. Anyone else? But it is interesting that these two incidents both happened at roughly the same time and around the same place and each incident is important because it entered into the collective consciousness at roughly the same time- of course I acknowledge the fact that bad weather possibly contributed to both incidences. But from what I hear, bad weather is common in that area so why now? So naturally anyone who is interested in trying to make any sort of comprehensive sense out of the world we live in would recognize the syrchronicity here and the extraordinary circumstances in the plane crash story especially- the fact that military officials confirmed the plane found along with detailed facts- 90 dead and 12 survivors. Why was this info put out? Why was it then retracted? Why is Java, a place I'd never heard of before suddenly being a starring role on the media stage? Some, most, write off coincidences but I do not because of my own personal experiences with the phenomenon of synchronicity. Is there something to be made of this? We'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Grail, Atlantis, Philip k Dick, Gnostic, Apollo, Mars, Astrology&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31333312-6027651425508149644?l=earthsotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthsotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/6027651425508149644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31333312&amp;postID=6027651425508149644&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31333312/posts/default/6027651425508149644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31333312/posts/default/6027651425508149644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthsotherside.blogspot.com/2007/01/devils-triangle.html' title='The Dragon&apos;s Triangle'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06291237877806869387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4501/2321/1600/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_drYOf09-hak/RZ523SYj7wI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QZAfU0KPsZY/s72-c/snakes_on_a_plane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31333312.post-116798885107153574</id><published>2007-01-04T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T05:25:14.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lost Island of the Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4501/2321/1600/174965/lost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4501/2321/320/716432/lost.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we had found and plotted out every square inch of the outer world, mystical islands were objects of fantasy representing places in our undiscovered inner-space which revealed the mysteries of our genesis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It was the place where the twins Apollo and Athena were created. Delos- the island surrounded by swans was where Leta gave birth to the sun god/archer and his same/opposite goddess archer of wisdom- the Sophia of the owl who was born first and helped with the birth of her other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4501/2321/1600/673041/cygnus_fig.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4501/2321/320/269323/cygnus_fig.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why was the island surrounded by swans? Swans in many ancient cultures have strange connections and attributes like shape-shifting and have the ability to move between various spiritual worlds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The lost island is the place cloaked in misty clouds that can only been seen under the perfect set of circumstances. Hy-Brazil is a phantom island from Irish mythology. It is a circle sliced in half by a river that flows in and out of its diameter. As the legend goes, it can only be seen at a specific point in time when the mists subside every seven years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And of-course there is Atlantis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Then listen Socrates, to a tale which through strange, is certainly true attested by Solon who was the wisest of the seven sages."&lt;br /&gt; According to Plato, Atlantis- beyond the pillars of Hercules, sank to its watery grave in one day were all the great and sophisticated knowledge of the ancients drown to oblivion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4501/2321/1600/619982/atlantis1003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4501/2321/320/291453/atlantis1003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Atlantis apparently looked like a bulls eye- a dart target if you were to view from a bird's vantage except that instead of a series of encircled circles- the circles were broken making it a series of c's ringing smaller c's. This was due to a large waterway/river that broke the rings of land that were ringed by rings of water. So the C becomes synonymous with Atlantis, you c?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has been much speculation of late from various weirdo's like myself that we were genetically altered by an extraterrestrial race and this occurance has much to do with Atlantis. Sound crazy? Do I believe this is true? Who the hell knows but isn't fun to speculate? Humor me a bit and keep reading. Michael Tsarion is a good place to start if you want to look into this. &lt;a href="http://www.taroscopes.com/"&gt;http://www.taroscopes.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4501/2321/1600/140324/chicago_bears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4501/2321/320/83703/chicago_bears.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Contact&lt;br /&gt;In order to even begin to accept a hypothesis so outlandish we must first accept the notion that extraterrestrials do exist (weather in outerspace or innerspace is an issue i'll deal with at another post in time) and that they have in fact been here and/or are here. Have you by chance come across this story from the chicago tribune?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;CHICAGO -- Call it a close encounter of the O'Hare kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some airline workers reported seeing a mysterious, elliptical-shaped craft over O'Hare International Airport last fall but say their bosses and the government wouldn't take them seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Federal Aviation Administration has dismissed the reported Nov. 7 sighting by United Airlines employees as a likely weather phenomenon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;United spokeswoman Megan McCarthy said there is no record of the UFO report and company officials don't recall discussing any such incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't sit well with the employees, who are upset that neither United nor the FAA investigated the incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group of workers, including pilots, told the Chicago Tribune on condition of anonymity in remarks published Monday that they saw a dark gray, flying saucer-like object hover motionless in the sky above the United terminal around 4:30 p.m. that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After several minutes, the object -- described variously at 6 feet to 24 feet in diameter -- bolted noiselessly upward through thick clouds so powerfully that it left an eerie hole in the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Yup- the cloudy mists were cleared)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The FAA acknowledged that a United supervisor called its air-traffic control tower at O'Hare, asking if controllers had spotted a spinning disc-shaped object. FAA spokeswoman Elizabeth Isham Cory said no controllers saw it and a preliminary check of radar found nothing out of the ordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Our theory on this is that it was a weather phenomenon," she said. "That night was a perfect atmospheric condition in terms of low (cloud) ceiling and a lot of airport lights. When the lights shine up into the clouds, sometimes you can see funny things."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny is just how some controllers in the tower view the incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To fly 7 million light years to O'Hare and then have to turn around and go home because your gate was occupied is simply unacceptable," said O'Hare controller and union official Craig Burzych. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way,&lt;br /&gt;It was spotted over and reported by airline workers over terminal C, you c?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Grail, Atlantis, Philip k Dick, Gnostic, Apollo, Mars, Astrology&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31333312-116798885107153574?l=earthsotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthsotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/116798885107153574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31333312&amp;postID=116798885107153574&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31333312/posts/default/116798885107153574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31333312/posts/default/116798885107153574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthsotherside.blogspot.com/2007/01/lost-island-of-mind.html' title='The Lost Island of the Mind'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06291237877806869387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4501/2321/1600/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31333312.post-115595422036998680</id><published>2006-08-18T19:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T19:23:40.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Philip Dick Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4501/2321/1600/weirdo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4501/2321/320/weirdo1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone ever had an experience like this? I know I have but it involed lollapoluza LSD and flannel so maybe its doesnt count. Click on the link to see his entire mystical story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.philipkdickfans.com/weirdo/weirdo1.htm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Grail, Atlantis, Philip k Dick, Gnostic, Apollo, Mars, Astrology&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31333312-115595422036998680?l=earthsotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthsotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/115595422036998680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31333312&amp;postID=115595422036998680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31333312/posts/default/115595422036998680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31333312/posts/default/115595422036998680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthsotherside.blogspot.com/2006/08/philip-dick-experience.html' title='A Philip Dick Experience'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06291237877806869387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4501/2321/1600/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31333312.post-115517869454048900</id><published>2006-08-09T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T20:00:07.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the Future</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4501/2321/1600/Longhorns2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4501/2321/320/Longhorns2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm So glad the eighties are back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember plastic charm bracelets and elastic hair bands with colorful-transparent glittered cube clasps. I remember orange sequins on my drill-team uniform and cheesy nachos and frito-pies at my brother's football games. I remember outhouses/ port-a-potties out a few yards behind the bleachers at the football field. And back then they weren't so bad, But you'd never get me into one today.&lt;br /&gt;I remember skating rinks and Micheal Jackson's Thriller. I remember Guess tube purses and Rainbow Bright with little fuzzy Sprites. I remember waist-belted sweater dresses and leggings. I remember dancing to the Strawberry Shortcake song with My best friend Dana,...  "I wanna look like who I wan't to be, When I grow up.....when I grow uuhh-up." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember that everybody trusted thier government, (even after the Iran-Contra fiasco???) I remember A pretend election in the first or second grade against Bush and Dukhakis. I voted for Dukhakis and didnt tell anyone because All the popular kids chose Bush. Wierd, I know! I have no idea of how I knew that Bush Sr was the wrong choice. I guess because my mother told me that Democrats helped the poor. But I'm not a Democrat or a Republican and have never been either one. We were  not wealthy. But we were ok, especially considering that my father wasn't around to help. But he always sent us some money on our birthdays, and he always gave me money for candy from the convienent store when we'd go to visit him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember being outside all day, roaming the nieghborhood until sunset and then coming home starving. I remember my mother's goolash and that she was beautiful. I remember Back to the Future and And Alex P. Keaton (Micheal J Fox) from Family ties. And I admit that this is why I named my son Alex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember being sad alot, But I was happy sometimes too. And these are all of the things that made me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad the eighties are back. I think I'll go shopping and see if I can't find some hair bands with colorful dice-shaped clasps for my daughter's hair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Grail, Atlantis, Philip k Dick, Gnostic, Apollo, Mars, Astrology&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31333312-115517869454048900?l=earthsotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthsotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/115517869454048900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31333312&amp;postID=115517869454048900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31333312/posts/default/115517869454048900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31333312/posts/default/115517869454048900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthsotherside.blogspot.com/2006/08/back-to-future.html' title='Back to the Future'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06291237877806869387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4501/2321/1600/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31333312.post-115492998297109964</id><published>2006-08-06T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T05:58:24.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I like Coffee in the mornings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4501/2321/1600/espresso1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4501/2321/320/espresso1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love drinking coffee in the mornings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love getting my daughter dressed for preschool in the mornings and braiding her hair. I love Sophia's baby smell after she's had a bath and is powdered and lotioned. I love to hear the StarWars theme song when my son watches tv and snacks on apples and peanutbutter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I only love and appreciate these things after my morning coffee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Grail, Atlantis, Philip k Dick, Gnostic, Apollo, Mars, Astrology&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31333312-115492998297109964?l=earthsotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthsotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/115492998297109964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31333312&amp;postID=115492998297109964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31333312/posts/default/115492998297109964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31333312/posts/default/115492998297109964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthsotherside.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-like-coffee-in-mornings.html' title='I like Coffee in the mornings'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06291237877806869387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4501/2321/1600/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31333312.post-115485621461414884</id><published>2006-08-06T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T01:37:49.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chin Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4501/2321/1600/t2-014_L.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4501/2321/320/t2-014_L.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In spring of 1991 the 8th grade girls of Wylie Middle School in Whylie Tx who participated in the athletics program had to take a fitness test. There were several parts to this challenge but the only one's I can remember are the cross country race and the chin up test. I was one of the last people in cross country out of a group of about 30 to 40. No biggy, I didnt really try. And then it was the chin up test, oh...wait the chin up test was first (doesn't matter) And what suprised me was that after watching all of the girls get up to the bar and seeing most of them doing atleast three.....I couldn't get my arms to move and inch. NOT AN INCH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then, and fifteen years later, I have the same fantasy about myself. You see, T2 came out in the theaters somewhere close to the same time frame of this fitness test. I want to be Linda Hamilton, who did many perfect chin ups while locked up in a mental institution. Let me rephrase that, I want to be able to do effortless chin ups like Linda Hamilton's character in Terminator 2. I do not want to be insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last week was the first week of my Body for Life Challenge. Its a 12 week fitness program and I am in it whole heartedly. You can visit my B4L blog by clicking on my profile and you'll see the link that take's you there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As god as my witness, I will do a chin up come November!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Grail, Atlantis, Philip k Dick, Gnostic, Apollo, Mars, Astrology&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31333312-115485621461414884?l=earthsotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthsotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/115485621461414884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31333312&amp;postID=115485621461414884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31333312/posts/default/115485621461414884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31333312/posts/default/115485621461414884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthsotherside.blogspot.com/2006/08/chin-up.html' title='Chin Up'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06291237877806869387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4501/2321/1600/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31333312.post-115405145465215087</id><published>2006-07-27T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T02:25:27.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its the end of the world as we know it and I feel fiiinnnneee.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4501/2321/1600/capwithsldrs.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4501/2321/320/capwithsldrs.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;When I was a kid, I learned in history class and from media and movies that A really evil guy named Adolf Hitler came to be a dictator- King- Ceasar of Germany right before World War 2.  I learned, from television mostly, (Most of the things I know, or think I know, -I learned from TV.) that slowly...incrimintally, he imposed evil upon the Germans like the old frogs in the pot analogy- they (the german people) accepted one small evil at a time until their government were killing millions of people in concentration camps and gas chambers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I used to wonder how all those people could be soooo stupid. How they could have such a lack of intuition and discerment as to not recognize evil when it was upon them. Maybe they allowed themselves to become evil. Maybe they recognized it but simply decided to accept it. It was probably a mixture of both. Ignorance and acceptance. Ofcourse it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Now I wonder the same thing about Americans today as we make our way- or rather they make our way- into WW3. I see an evil dictatorship in control of a misled population, and I wonder how an idiot like me can see what's happening but others can't. Why the hell are they so blind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;One thing (or more) about me: I dont use correct punctuation, speeling or grammer because these things dont really reveal one'd true intelligence. I usually dont correct a typo because I dont think its important enough to waste my time with. The only thing that matters is the point- your subject matter. You might stop reading this becaUSE OF THE IMPROPER use of the colon I just used in the first sentence of this paragraph. You may see the all capitol words in that last sentence and decide im un-professional because I accidently hit the capslock key with my pinky. But an intuative person would hardly notice these things. They'd dismiss these things imediatley and suspend judgement. They'd be concerned with the point- the subject- the message.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Alota people who can recognize the truth about this Post 911 world are poeple like me. People that are dismissed because of superficial judgement. The percieved flaws that srnt corrected because the particulars are insignificant, and yet are percieved by petty people to be a perfectly logical attribute for judgement. Things like appearance and grammer. Pfft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;(Don't get me wrong, I like to look good but- ofcoarse appearance is not a perfect reflection of who we are.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I am not a smart woman. I have not the sin of pride. I am not decieved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Grail, Atlantis, Philip k Dick, Gnostic, Apollo, Mars, Astrology&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31333312-115405145465215087?l=earthsotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthsotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/115405145465215087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31333312&amp;postID=115405145465215087&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31333312/posts/default/115405145465215087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31333312/posts/default/115405145465215087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthsotherside.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-end-of-world-as-we-know-it-and-i.html' title='Its the end of the world as we know it and I feel fiiinnnneee.'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06291237877806869387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4501/2321/1600/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31333312.post-115379267802145395</id><published>2006-07-24T18:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T02:25:59.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rasberry sound</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4501/2321/1600/mee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4501/2321/320/mee.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Its hard to get in shape when you have no way to excersice. Husband gets home at 9- Then its dinner. I have the baby all day except for the weekends but weekends are for fun not excercise. S0- {rasberry sound}!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I dont want to lift weights or jog. I wish I had a stair master. Ohwell. I think I'll demand a stair master when we move into our Bighouse in November. There will be a bighuge room for a gym. Maybe we could get one excercise machine at a time. That would be awsome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I weigh 61 KG's so Ive got about 4-5 to lose. No biggy, I'll take it nice and slow. I guess I could do more vigorous household chores as excercise that way I'll actually be getting something done while expending energy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Ok then today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;-Clean out freezer, junk drawer, office drawers and...thats all, thats all that needs to be done besides normal daily cleaning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;This is officially the most boring blog entry ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Grail, Atlantis, Philip k Dick, Gnostic, Apollo, Mars, Astrology&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31333312-115379267802145395?l=earthsotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthsotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/115379267802145395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31333312&amp;postID=115379267802145395&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31333312/posts/default/115379267802145395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31333312/posts/default/115379267802145395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthsotherside.blogspot.com/2006/07/rasberry-sound.html' title='Rasberry sound'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06291237877806869387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4501/2321/1600/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31333312.post-115348277500063984</id><published>2006-07-21T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T22:28:37.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Made of Meat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4501/2321/1600/meaty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4501/2321/320/meaty.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;  "They're made out of meat."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;  "Meat?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;  "Meat.  They're made out of meat."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;  "Meat?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"There's no doubt about it. We picked several from different parts of the planet, took them aboard our recon vessels, probed them all the way through. They're completely meat."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;  "That's impossible.  What about the radio signals?  The messages to the stars."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;  "They use the radio waves to talk, but the signals don't come from them. The signals come from machines."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;  "So who made the machines?  That's who we want to contact."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;  "They made the machines.  That's what I'm trying to tell you.  Meat made the machines."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;  "That's ridiculous.  How can meat make a machine?  You're asking me to believe in sentient meat."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"I'm not asking you, I'm telling you. These creatures are the only sentient race in the sector and they're made out of meat."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;  "Maybe they're like the Orfolei.  You know, a carbon-based intelligence that goes through a meat stage."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"Nope. They're born meat and they die meat. We studied them for several of their life spans, which didn't take too long. Do you have any idea the life span of meat?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"Spare me. Okay, maybe they're only part meat. You know, like the Weddilei. A meat head with an electron plasma brain inside."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"Nope. We thought of that, since they do have meat heads like the Weddilei. But I told you, we probed them. They're meat all the way through."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;  "No brain?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;  "Oh, there is a brain all right.  It's just that the brain is made out of meat!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;  "So... what does the thinking?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;   "You're not understanding, are you?  The brain does the thinking.  The meat."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;  "Thinking meat!  You're asking me to believe in thinking meat!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"Yes, thinking meat! Conscious meat! Loving meat. Dreaming meat. The meat is the whole deal! Are you getting the picture?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"Oh my! You're serious then. They're made out of meat." "Finally, Yes. They are indeed made out meat. And they've been trying to get in touch with us for almost a hundred of their years." "So what does the meat have in mind?" "First it wants to talk to us. Then I imagine it wants to explore the universe, contact other sentients, swap ideas and information. The usual."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;  "We're supposed to talk to meat?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"That's the idea. That's the message they're sending out by radio. 'Hello. Anyone out there? Anyone home?' That sort of thing."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;  "They actually do talk, then.  They use words, ideas, concepts?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;  "Oh, yes.  Except they do it with meat."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;  "I thought you just told me they used radio."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"They do, but what do you think is on the radio? Meat sounds. You know how when you slap or flap meat it makes a noise? They talk by flapping their meat at each other. They can even sing by squirting air through their meat."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;  "Omigod.  Singing meat.  This is altogether too much.  So what do you advise?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;  "Officially or unofficially?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;  "Both."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"Officially, we are required to contact, welcome, and log in any and all sentient races or multi-beings in the quadrant, without prejudice, fear, or favor. Unofficially, I advise that we erase the records and forget the whole thing."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;  "I was hoping you would say that."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;  "It seems harsh, but there is a limit.  Do we really want to make contact with meat?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"I agree one hundred percent. What's there to say?" `Hello, meat. How's it going?' But will this work? How many planets are we dealing with here?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"Just one. They can travel to other planets in special meat containers, but they can't live on them. And being meat, they only travel through C space. Which limits them to the speed of light and makes the possibility of their ever making contact pretty slim. Infinitesimal, in fact."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;  "So we just pretend there's no one home in the universe."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;  "That's it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"Cruel. But you said it yourself, who wants to meet meat? And the ones who have been aboard our vessels, the ones you have probed? You're sure they won't remember?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"They'll be considered crackpots if they do. We went into their heads and smoothed out their meat so that we're just a dream to them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;  "A dream to meat!  How strangely appropriate, that we should be meat's dream."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; "And we can mark this sector unoccupied."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;  "Good.  Agreed, officially and unofficially.  Case closed.  Any others? Anyone interesting on that side of the galaxy?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"Yes, a rather shy but sweet hydrogen core cluster intelligence in a class nine star in G445 zone. Was in contact two galactic rotations ago, wants to be friendly again."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;  "They always come around."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;  "And why not?  Imagine how unbearably, how unutterably cold the universe would be if one were all alone."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Grail, Atlantis, Philip k Dick, Gnostic, Apollo, Mars, Astrology&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31333312-115348277500063984?l=earthsotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthsotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/115348277500063984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31333312&amp;postID=115348277500063984&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31333312/posts/default/115348277500063984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31333312/posts/default/115348277500063984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthsotherside.blogspot.com/2006/07/made-of-meat.html' title='Made of Meat'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06291237877806869387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4501/2321/1600/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31333312.post-115347141642706057</id><published>2006-07-21T01:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T02:29:02.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Yeah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4501/2321/1600/apthumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4501/2321/320/apthumb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I love Johnny Depp. He's weird, handsome, and wonderful. I love every character he has ever played. I love that he makes a perfect pirate. He seems to be a man who truly loves freedom. Freedom of expression, of thought....freedom from the fear of what everyone else thinks.  If I ever met him, I'd have a lot to say- but would get all tounge tied and blush and completely blow the opportunity by creating more than a few moments of awkward silence. But then he'd probably save me by saying something absolutely fascinating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Grail, Atlantis, Philip k Dick, Gnostic, Apollo, Mars, Astrology&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31333312-115347141642706057?l=earthsotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthsotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/115347141642706057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31333312&amp;postID=115347141642706057&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31333312/posts/default/115347141642706057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31333312/posts/default/115347141642706057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthsotherside.blogspot.com/2006/07/oh-yeah.html' title='Oh Yeah'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06291237877806869387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4501/2321/1600/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31333312.post-115345278767675052</id><published>2006-07-20T20:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T20:33:07.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wookie</title><content type='html'>Ok. You see that dog over there? The one I'm holding? I dont know why the hell I took a pic of myself with that dog!(Wookie- My 10 year old son loves starwars) I guess I thought it'd be cute or something. What's not cute and attractive about a woman with a cute obedient dog? OK The truth is....that damn dog is always in trouble. Im always punishing her and spanking her and yelling...OUT! While pointing to the sliding glass door. A few days ago I caught her chewing on Sophie's brand new #2 soft advent nipple at 3:00 in the morning. I heard her chewing on it and it woke me up. (Im a light sleeper) TOTALLY RUINED! She's chewed the hands and feet off of atleat five's of my 5yr old daughter's barbies. She's been outside for the last two days as punishment. I just finished cleaning off the porch...I gave her a bath and some attention. The reason why I write this is because I feel like a fraud. From that pic you'd think I was the best dog owner this side of the earth. But the truth is...My dog chews on things and I am forever spanking her for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Grail, Atlantis, Philip k Dick, Gnostic, Apollo, Mars, Astrology&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31333312-115345278767675052?l=earthsotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthsotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/115345278767675052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31333312&amp;postID=115345278767675052&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31333312/posts/default/115345278767675052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31333312/posts/default/115345278767675052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthsotherside.blogspot.com/2006/07/wookie.html' title='Wookie'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06291237877806869387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4501/2321/1600/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31333312.post-115345008655885081</id><published>2006-07-20T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T19:48:06.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nose jobs...weight loss. Am I really this superficial? Yes. And No. My son is on the otherside of the earth. I dont want to write or even think about it. Its too painful. I let him go. The most painful part is that he wanted to go and that breaks my heart. He's 10. And I cant write about it anymore. All this other stuff I write about...these issues are nonissues. Just a distraction because I need one. ;( He'll be back next year. Hopefully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Grail, Atlantis, Philip k Dick, Gnostic, Apollo, Mars, Astrology&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31333312-115345008655885081?l=earthsotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthsotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/115345008655885081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31333312&amp;postID=115345008655885081&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31333312/posts/default/115345008655885081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31333312/posts/default/115345008655885081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthsotherside.blogspot.com/2006/07/nose-jobs.html' title=''/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06291237877806869387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4501/2321/1600/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31333312.post-115344856626152171</id><published>2006-07-20T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T19:22:46.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eating disordered?</title><content type='html'>My 2nd daughter...third child is 2 months old tomorrow. She's so freakin cute. Ofcourse all babies are cute...but well you know, this one is mine. She's been having pooping problems. Wednesday she went the whole day without pooping but had one thursday....Cross your fingers for a nice one today. Mommyhood. Yea, fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...here's the thing (and you would think that this post would be strickly about 'New baby' but come on people.....Its my THIRD one! And this babycare business is like second nature to me.) Its been two months and Ive lost all of the weight I gained from the pregnancy...can fit into all of my old clothes...I weigh 130 pounds and it doesnt look like I just had a baby. I didnt lose this weight by excercising since I have the baby and husband gets home late from work, Its just impossible. I basically just cut down the cals and went hungry for a month and a half. Hey it worked. Thing is Im still not satisfied. Why the hell do I want to weigh less than 130 pounds??? I'm 5'7- thats a good weight right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Im feeling guilty for eating...not overeating mind you....just normal eating. Am I eating disordered? I'll be 29 in november....is this just a manifestation of my fear of 30? Whether it is or not...I'm going to weigh 120 by this time next month. I have already decided that...and when Ive decided something then...its basically written in stone. So 120 here I come. If I want it...if it'll make be feel happier...more comforatable why not? Here in Malaysia, almost all women are thin. I dont want to be the big fat american lady so screw you!! stop trying to talk me out of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Grail, Atlantis, Philip k Dick, Gnostic, Apollo, Mars, Astrology&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31333312-115344856626152171?l=earthsotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthsotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/115344856626152171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31333312&amp;postID=115344856626152171&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31333312/posts/default/115344856626152171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31333312/posts/default/115344856626152171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthsotherside.blogspot.com/2006/07/eating-disordered.html' title='eating disordered?'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06291237877806869387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4501/2321/1600/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31333312.post-115335855900423421</id><published>2006-07-19T18:15:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T19:26:38.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hump</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4501/2321/1600/pics-%20083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4501/2321/320/pics-%20083.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See that nose? The hump will be gone on August the 22nd. Vain...me? Well yea or just overly self conscious. I do have an excuse though. My nose didnt always look like this. See that guy standing beside me in the picture. All I'll say is that its all his fault and he has to fix it. No hard feelings towards him- all is forgiven. As long as it gets fixed..(and looks better than it did before the "incident") Hehe. Paybacks are hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Grail, Atlantis, Philip k Dick, Gnostic, Apollo, Mars, Astrology&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31333312-115335855900423421?l=earthsotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthsotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/115335855900423421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31333312&amp;postID=115335855900423421&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31333312/posts/default/115335855900423421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31333312/posts/default/115335855900423421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthsotherside.blogspot.com/2006/07/hump_19.html' title='The Hump'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06291237877806869387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4501/2321/1600/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31333312.post-115327591639506629</id><published>2006-07-18T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T19:25:16.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4501/2321/1600/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4501/2321/320/blog.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Grail, Atlantis, Philip k Dick, Gnostic, Apollo, Mars, Astrology&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31333312-115327591639506629?l=earthsotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthsotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/115327591639506629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31333312&amp;postID=115327591639506629&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31333312/posts/default/115327591639506629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31333312/posts/default/115327591639506629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthsotherside.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06291237877806869387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4501/2321/1600/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31333312.post-115327464196858621</id><published>2006-07-18T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T21:29:45.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My mishapen head</title><content type='html'>You cant tell from the picture posted above due to the strategically placed dog and the caculated way that my hair falls around my face but....   My head is shaped weird. I first learned of this when a boy named Skyler made the comment in the 5th grade. "It looks like someone hit you in the head with a shovel." Indeed it does. My head is the shape of a bean's profile.  It protrudes out of my neck and archs like a question mark. I have the weirdest looking face I've ever seen, atleast until about a week ago.&lt;br /&gt;I was getting and xray done of my face. This xray has nothing to do with my beanhead. Dr. Surey wanted to make sure that my septum wasn't diviated, (whatever the hell that means). He basically wanted proof of the way my nose is now, so that he wouldnt be blamed of any wrongdoing in the future. I guess he didn't want me sueing him after the surgery claiming that he deviated my septum, (whatever the hell that means). Anyway this has nothing to do with my mishapen head. It has to do with hers. The old chinese woman behind the counter at the xray office. Her head was just as weird as mine. No weirder. Wierder in the same way. The same way that Alexander the Great's head was weird. They have a name for this weird head syndrome but I don't know what it is. This woman could have been my twin...except that she's chinese and like 30 years older than me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping that this rhinoplasty will change the overall shape of my head. Who am I kidding? Well atleast it will remove the hump from my nose. A minor surgery actually, not a full nose job. Just a hump removal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Grail, Atlantis, Philip k Dick, Gnostic, Apollo, Mars, Astrology&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31333312-115327464196858621?l=earthsotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthsotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/115327464196858621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31333312&amp;postID=115327464196858621&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31333312/posts/default/115327464196858621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31333312/posts/default/115327464196858621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthsotherside.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-mishapen-head.html' title='My mishapen head'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06291237877806869387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4501/2321/1600/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
