<?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-5294137</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:23:58.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>bulletproof bra</title><subtitle type='html'>verisimilitudinous vex: ancillary brainspace of a eudaemonistic girly bitch</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>451</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-112956513502056549</id><published>2005-10-17T11:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T11:05:35.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Technological Difficulties</title><summary type='text'>[Technological Difficulties]My 'puter finally died, I think. I'm going to try to work on it for a bit, but I'm unsure whether I'll be able to rescue my data.Please assume that Ihaven't been posting because of intermittent difficultieswon't be checking blogs or news as much, as it's difficult to do so from workhave lost your contact data and that you should contact me againwon't be able to post </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/112956513502056549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/112956513502056549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2005/10/technological-difficulties.html' title='Technological Difficulties'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-112707044841388966</id><published>2005-09-18T13:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T14:14:56.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2005 Week 2 Football Picks</title><summary type='text'>[2005 Week 2 Football Picks]In order of confidence:Steelers over TexansFalcons over SeahawksChiefs over RaidersLions over BearsPatriots over PanthersDolphis over JetsCowboys over RedskinsBuccaneers over BillsRavens over TitansCardinals over RamsPackers over BrownsColts over JaguarsBroncos over ChargersSaints over GiantsEagles over 49ersVikings over BengalsI tied for second place last week with 82</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/112707044841388966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/112707044841388966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2005/09/2005-week-2-football-picks.html' title='2005 Week 2 Football Picks'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-112628217984442966</id><published>2005-09-09T11:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T11:09:39.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2005 Week 1 Football Picks</title><summary type='text'>[2005 Week 1 Football Picks]In order of confidence:Bills over TexansSteelers over TitansChargers over CowboysVikings over BuccaneersPatriots over RaidersEagles over Falcons49ers over RamsDolphins over BroncosRedskins over BearsPanthers over SaintsLions over PackersChiefs over JetsCardinals over GiantsBrowns over BengalsSeahawks over JaguarsColts over RavensThe first week is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/112628217984442966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/112628217984442966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2005/09/2005-week-1-football-picks.html' title='2005 Week 1 Football Picks'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-112622390198200691</id><published>2005-09-08T18:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T18:58:22.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Katrina Timeline</title><summary type='text'>[Katrina Timeline]I'm too flummoxed to comment [thanks to Eliot].</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/112622390198200691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/112622390198200691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2005/09/katrina-timeline.html' title='Katrina Timeline'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-112553452676427431</id><published>2005-09-01T04:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T06:31:50.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eradicating Joey</title><summary type='text'>[Eradicating Joey]I had a conversation with a friend a few weeks ago that I've been consistently reminded of since. I'd asked her about her weekend plans, and she told me that she intended to "eradicate Joey" [not his real name].She was in the process of breaking up with this Joey, a long-term on-and-off sometimes-long-distance boyfriend, and no, she wasn't going to kill him . . . . she was, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/112553452676427431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/112553452676427431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2005/09/eradicating-joey.html' title='Eradicating Joey'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-112527433422657407</id><published>2005-08-28T20:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T20:32:31.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>56% Nerdy, 17% Sexy, 17% Whimsical, 7% Sassy, and 3% Cruel</title><summary type='text'>[56% Nerdy, 17% Sexy, 17% Whimsical, 7% Sassy, and 3% Cruel]Continuing on the earlier Geek / Nerd / Dweeb Thread . . . .According to the test at OKCupid, I am a Nerd. Or, more correctly, I am 56% Nerd, 26% Geek and 17% Dork. Their numbers, perhaps due to rounding, are off by 1%. Regardless, they must be wrong, I mean I'd admit to being 56% Nerdy, if I could round it out with 17% Sexy, 17% </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/112527433422657407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/112527433422657407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2005/08/56-nerdy-17-sexy-17-whimsical-7-sassy.html' title='56% Nerdy, 17% Sexy, 17% Whimsical, 7% Sassy, and 3% Cruel'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-112520165088556306</id><published>2005-08-27T21:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T17:58:48.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to Click Around</title><summary type='text'>[Time to Click Around]I've not had [taken] the time to click around the interweb much this summer. Work has been harsh [I worked, for example, fifty-eight hours this past week and sixty-seven hours the previous week — God I miss paid OT], I had a rough bout of likely-topical-prescription-medicine-induced depression, I have become addicted to Sudoku, and I generally wilt in the horrible heat.Today</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/112520165088556306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/112520165088556306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2005/08/time-to-click-around.html' title='Time to Click Around'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-112493835678398995</id><published>2005-08-24T21:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T23:01:47.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>345</title><summary type='text'>[345]I just got the highest Scrabble score I've ever had.I got two bingos in a row to start [amazing! that's never happened before] and had a bit of a bad run in the middle, including a lost challenge. But. Still. This increases my average [which I think is in the mid-260s] a bit.Yeah!Okay. That's all for now. And, no, my like of Scrabble does not mean you can call me a dweeb. I'm a geeky girl, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/112493835678398995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/112493835678398995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2005/08/345.html' title='345'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-112433693132345113</id><published>2005-08-17T22:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T23:02:46.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Right Word | Random Thought</title><summary type='text'>[The Right Word  Random Thought]We need to bring back the term dweeb. Dweeb is a very useful term. Recently I've found it to be the right word to describe a few people. It shouldn't be confused with geek or nerd, because geeks can be sexy, and nerds can be cute . . . . but dweebs? Not so much.Moving on . . . .I heard some people talking while I was walking from the train to work about what was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/112433693132345113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/112433693132345113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2005/08/right-word-random-thought.html' title='The Right Word | Random Thought'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-112213017048001959</id><published>2005-07-23T09:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T09:49:30.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Je suis une Américaine Ignorante</title><summary type='text'>[Je suis une Américaine Ignorante]Well, actually, I placed France correctly in this puzzle.  And, I placed a little over half of the countries correctly or almost correctly.  But, on average I was off by 158 miles. And, like any puzzle, it gets easier after you've placed a few pieces.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/112213017048001959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/112213017048001959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2005/07/je-suis-une-amricaine-ignorante.html' title='Je suis une Américaine Ignorante'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-112134435249228902</id><published>2005-07-14T07:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T07:32:32.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guardian Unlimited | Special reports | Scientists predict brave new world of brain pills</title><summary type='text'>[Forgetting | Careful What You Wish For]"y basic science is showing that it is possible to call up a memory, knock it on the head and produce selective amnesia."[Yes, there will be a more substantive post soon.  I've been in processing mode for a while now.  I'm about ready to be chatty again.]</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/112134435249228902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/112134435249228902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2005/07/guardian-unlimited-special-reports.html' title='Guardian Unlimited | Special reports | Scientists predict brave new world of brain pills'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-111662042996088430</id><published>2005-05-20T15:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T15:20:30.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Huge Geeky Girl Crush</title><summary type='text'>[I Grok You]My new huge geeky girl crush is on the creators of Grokker.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/111662042996088430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/111662042996088430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2005/05/new-huge-geeky-girl-crush.html' title='New Huge Geeky Girl Crush'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-111600728959591820</id><published>2005-05-13T13:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T13:01:29.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>[Happy Friday the 13th]</title><summary type='text'>[Happy Friday the 13th]You may think that Friday the 13th is always unlucky.  However, it seems that the first one each year is now the important holiday Blame Someone Else Day.Sadly, some folks need more than one of those a year, and there are some years where there aren't any.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/111600728959591820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/111600728959591820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2005/05/happy-friday-13th.html' title='[Happy Friday the 13th]'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-111522954488406426</id><published>2005-05-04T12:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T12:59:05.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>42:21:36.025°N, 71:05:16.332°W | 08 May 2005 02:00:00 UTC</title><summary type='text'>[42:21:36.025°N, 71:05:16.332°W | 08 May 2005 02:00:00 UTC]Even if no one from the future shows up, we can't assume that they didn't show up in another universe of our multiverse.  [Thanks to Chris]</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/111522954488406426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/111522954488406426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2005/05/422136025n-710516332w-08-may-2005.html' title='42:21:36.025°N, 71:05:16.332°W | 08 May 2005 02:00:00 UTC'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-111508457008189354</id><published>2005-05-02T20:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T22:40:54.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Head in the Sand</title><summary type='text'>[Head in the Sand]I've been trying to avoid the news, because it's just so infuriating. But, I can't avoid it. It's freaking everywhere.I wish they'd just put that runaway bride bitch in jail and make her pay for the cost of the search, because whatever her problem, it's absurd to make any of the taxpayers fund the misguided solution, regardless of whether she's very, very sorry.I wish I hadn't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/111508457008189354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/111508457008189354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2005/05/head-in-sand.html' title='Head in the Sand'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-111345657965634690</id><published>2005-04-14T00:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T00:29:39.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Play Catch Up</title><summary type='text'>[Play Catch Up]It's been a busy few weeks. Last week I was working a lot preparing for a few off-site events and attempting to get ahead enough to take off a few days.Last weekend / this week I went to Graceland and Mud Island. I visited the Theater of Contemplation. Since I've been back, I've done basically nothing but semi-successfully work out some bugs on my computer, watch the colorful </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/111345657965634690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/111345657965634690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2005/04/play-catch-up.html' title='Play Catch Up'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-111247848398845732</id><published>2005-04-02T15:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T15:59:08.906-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Non Habemus Papam</title><summary type='text'>[Non Habemus Papam]Yes, gentle readers, currently, the office of the Bishop of Rome, Vicar of Jesus Christ, Successor of the Prince of the Apostles, Supreme Pontiff of the Universal Church, Patriarch of the West, Primate of Italy, Archbishop and Metropolitan of the Roman Province, Sovereign of the State of the Vatican City, Servant of the Servants of God is vacant.This is affecting me more than </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/111247848398845732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/111247848398845732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2005/04/non-habemus-papam.html' title='Non Habemus Papam'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-111242316124777016</id><published>2005-04-02T00:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T07:24:07.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Euchre | Pickle Soup | Your Taxi</title><summary type='text'>[Euchre | Pickle Soup | Your Taxi]I went out for beers after work today even though I didn't work at the office.  We played Euchre, and although it had been years since I last played, my teammate and I took two outta three.  Then, I took a taxi home. My driver was speaking Polish, and I asked him about it. We talked about my long-deceased Polish Grandma and about Polish food. He was terribly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/111242316124777016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/111242316124777016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2005/04/euchre-pickle-soup-your-taxi.html' title='Euchre | Pickle Soup | Your Taxi'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-111231297014214875</id><published>2005-03-31T16:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T22:25:54.843-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Benchmarking</title><summary type='text'>[Benchmarking]I have a friend who is a sports-loving rugged boy, but is scrupulously clean and  impeccably groomed.  He's a beer-drinking man's man, but is manscaped. In the beginning of our relationship, I found it curious and shocking to watch him interact with people.  His behavior was just so different from that of the men I was accustomed to being around.He always holds the door open for the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/111231297014214875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/111231297014214875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2005/03/benchmarking.html' title='Benchmarking'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-111194634297276592</id><published>2005-03-27T11:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T11:59:02.973-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Channeling Julia</title><summary type='text'>[Channeling Julia]I like to cook.  I frequently don't cook because I'm busy, overworked, and, perhaps more importantly, I live alone. It's not as much fun to cook for one, and recipes  especially the ones I have  tend to be for many.But, I'm getting back into it.  Recently I've made chili, split pea soup and chicken soup. Last night, I went to the grocer with the intention to make my week </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/111194634297276592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/111194634297276592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2005/03/channeling-julia.html' title='Channeling Julia'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-111145880684243413</id><published>2005-03-21T21:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T23:12:57.543-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a Girl</title><summary type='text'>[Being a Girl]It's been stuck in my head for days because of that new Gap campaign . . . . When I have a brand new hairdoWith my eyelashes all in curl,Well, I float as the clouds on air do.I enjoy being a girl!When men say I'm cute and funnyAnd my teeth aren't teeth, but pearl,Well, I just lap it up like honey.I enjoy being a girl!And, damnit, as much as I consider myself a feminist, I do enjoy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/111145880684243413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/111145880684243413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2005/03/being-girl.html' title='Being a Girl'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-111039784112999138</id><published>2005-03-09T13:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T13:52:01.420-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Signifying</title><summary type='text'>[Signifying]Recently, I've witnessed:half-assed drag racing on side streetstitles on business cards that can't fit on a lineüber-mächtig laptops resting inactively on tables at coffee shopsI used to wonder whether such men [and, yes I recognize that some women engage in such behaviors, but all I've seen recently were men] realize that the reaction that they'll likely get from smart women is "you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/111039784112999138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/111039784112999138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2005/03/signifying.html' title='Signifying'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-110996367804498797</id><published>2005-03-04T13:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T13:14:38.046-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Toys</title><summary type='text'>[Toys]I'd played the 20q.net game online quite a few times, and found it fascinating.  I just went in to talk to my boss, and although he was on the phone, he pointed to a present for me.  It's the pocket version. It's so cool.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/110996367804498797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/110996367804498797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2005/03/toys.html' title='Toys'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-110971388870348659</id><published>2005-03-01T15:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T22:45:58.376-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lift the Data as Easily as You Lifted the Laptop</title><summary type='text'>[Lift the Data as Easily as You Lifted the Laptop]Yes, there shall be an substantive post soon.  I really don't have a good excuse.  I mean, yeah, I've been busy with work. And, I was away this weekend. And, I lost my wallet. And, I have had a long bout of the sniffles. But, none of that means I was unable to post.  I've just been lazy.Le big sigh.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/110971388870348659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/110971388870348659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2005/03/lift-data-as-easily-as-you-lifted.html' title='Lift the Data as Easily as You Lifted the Laptop'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-110886904809553793</id><published>2005-02-19T21:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T21:10:48.096-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh My Goodness, Becky</title><summary type='text'>[Oh My Goodness, Becky]Baby Got Bible. Yeah, they went there. [Thanks to the lovely Sheri.]</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/110886904809553793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/110886904809553793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2005/02/oh-my-goodness-becky.html' title='Oh My Goodness, Becky'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-110886026368314237</id><published>2005-02-19T17:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T23:26:42.420-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sooty and Grey</title><summary type='text'>[Sooty and Grey]The city looks so tired toward the end of the winter. Everything looks sooty and grey. The signs are all wrong: Howl at the m, Red Lob, Toy ta, R DHEA Piano Bar, Barne li's Pasta Bowl.I'm feeling grey and sooty as well. Not that I'm actually grey &amp;#151of all the product-correctable concerns I have, I thankfully don't have to deal with that one&amp;#151 I just feel end-of-winter dingy.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/110886026368314237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/110886026368314237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2005/02/sooty-and-grey.html' title='Sooty and Grey'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-110840183696228612</id><published>2005-02-14T11:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T07:44:16.930-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's V-Day Too</title><summary type='text'>[It's V-Day Too]One of the Big Thoughts I've been having recently is that I should be more involved.  It's not much of an involvement to wear my V-Day tank top, but it would have been some effort. Not that I could have worn it to the office anyway: I'm showing enough cleavage as it is and I'm pretty sure that my breasts in a tank top would be such an affront to the dress code arbiters that I'd </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/110840183696228612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/110840183696228612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2005/02/its-v-day-too.html' title='It&apos;s V-Day Too'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-110838998605092085</id><published>2005-02-14T08:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T12:15:38.353-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day</title><summary type='text'>[Happy Valentine's Day]This Valentine's Week I intend to follow Rob Brezsny's Advice and be mindful of this quote from Delmore Schwartz:Love is the most difficult and dangerous form of courage. Courage is the most desperate, admirable, and noble kind of love.I also intend to be mindful of its implied opposite: hate is weakness.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/110838998605092085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/110838998605092085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2005/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-110835755251680164</id><published>2005-02-13T22:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T23:07:58.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Purging</title><summary type='text'>[Purging]I had a rather domestic weekend, which is something considering how domestically impaired I tend to be.  Now, I can cook and bake, and I have fun in the kitchen rather regularly, but I have issues with the rest of it: the cleaning part. I've never been good at it, even as a child I was terribly messy. The cleaning part sometimes infringes upon the cooking and baking part, when you have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/110835755251680164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/110835755251680164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2005/02/purging.html' title='Purging'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-110748116341813565</id><published>2005-02-03T19:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T22:29:58.736-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Enamel Haiku</title><summary type='text'>[Enamel Haiku]today, dripping wetnext, black tie optional, lastchocolate kisses</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/110748116341813565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/110748116341813565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2005/02/enamel-haiku.html' title='Enamel Haiku'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-110722969692943279</id><published>2005-01-31T21:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T07:59:40.096-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Talk About Sex</title><summary type='text'>[Let's Talk About Sex]There's been a lot of sex in the news recently, gentle readers. And, the most of the stories were depressing . . . . First, let's consider the teenagers:Our government has stated that abstinence programs prevent teens from having sex, but, they’re wrong.If a teen, unprepared for the consequences of sex because of her narrowly-focused abstinence-only sex education, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/110722969692943279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/110722969692943279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2005/01/lets-talk-about-sex.html' title='Let&apos;s Talk About Sex'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-110703656336187069</id><published>2005-01-29T14:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T16:09:23.360-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mea Culpa</title><summary type='text'>[Mea Culpa]I dislike talking to people when all I can think to do is whine, and so, when I'm feeling particulary crappy, I tend to avoid contact.  I feel that I shouldn't call if all I'm going to do is complain. This morning I awoke less depressed and less skittish   for many reasons including but not limited to the end of a long, slow reorg at my company.And I started thinking about all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/110703656336187069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/110703656336187069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2005/01/mea-culpa.html' title='Mea Culpa'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-110667417366776311</id><published>2005-01-25T11:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T11:29:33.666-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just One Coffee</title><summary type='text'>[Just One Coffee]I've been claiming that I usually have just one coffee beverage a day.  This is technically true. I just haven't been specifiying that the beverage is a Grande Quad-Shot Latté Brevé. Jeeeesh, do I feel tweaky.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/110667417366776311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/110667417366776311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2005/01/just-one-coffee.html' title='Just One Coffee'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-110652703585958735</id><published>2005-01-23T17:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T20:46:24.486-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nail Biting</title><summary type='text'>[Nail Biting]I can't watch the game. I mean, I'm kinda watching the game [wearing a boy beater because I can't find my Bettis shirt] wandering in and out of the room. If New England wins, I shall be inconsolable.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/110652703585958735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/110652703585958735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2005/01/nail-biting.html' title='Nail Biting'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-110642021742376123</id><published>2005-01-22T13:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T12:56:57.423-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Echo</title><summary type='text'>[Echo]Since late yesterday, on about every other call I receive, there's an echo where I can hear what I'm saying a fraction of a second after I say it. This is unnerving. I have to hang up and call back. I dislike the sound of my voice: to me, it sounds mid-toned but too deep for the girlish lilt; snarky but cute with Midwestern/standard-trans-Atlantic pronunciations but a Northeastern </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/110642021742376123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/110642021742376123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2005/01/echo.html' title='Echo'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-110628426253895313</id><published>2005-01-20T23:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T10:00:48.583-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely Day</title><summary type='text'>[Lovely Day]I spent this afternoon and evening with one of the most wonderful women I know.  We kvetched over the coronation. We commiserated about work. We went to a salon where I got a super sassy Mia-Farrow-in-Rosemary's-Baby-short haircut.  We had sushi with hot saki.  We had cocktails and kvetched and commiserated more. Then, I came home. Lovely day, really.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/110628426253895313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/110628426253895313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2005/01/lovely-day.html' title='Lovely Day'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-110610802944281459</id><published>2005-01-18T20:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T01:10:24.160-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it Snow | Let it Snow | Let it Snow</title><summary type='text'>[Let it Snow | Let it Snow | Let it Snow]Well, I hadn't been paying attention enough to see this coming:Tonight's Low = 23°F Tomorrow's High = 31°F Tomorrow Night's Low = 21°FThursday's High = 26°FThursday Night's Low = 16°FFriday's High = 24°FFriday Night's Low = 16°FSaturday's High = 24°FI think I'm going to regret having not gotten around to buying new snowboots.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/110610802944281459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/110610802944281459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2005/01/let-it-snow-let-it-snow-let-it-snow.html' title='Let it Snow | Let it Snow | Let it Snow'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-110601184739363984</id><published>2005-01-17T17:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T19:48:06.733-06:00</updated><title type='text'>XXXXXXXXXX</title><summary type='text'>[XXXXXXXXXX]I was out shopping yesterday, and I purchased, against the guidance of my companion, a 10X magnifying mirror. I thought it would be helpful in plucking my eyebrows: the magnifying mirror I already had was only a 5X, and I was bound to be missing something.Well, I was missing a lot. A lot of tiny little hairs all over the place. Pores that needed cleansed. Teensy rough spots. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/110601184739363984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/110601184739363984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2005/01/xxxxxxxxxx.html' title='XXXXXXXXXX'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-110567329898359756</id><published>2005-01-13T21:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T08:07:12.950-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Prerequisite | Perquisite</title><summary type='text'>[Prerequisite | Perquisite]For various reasons  including but not limited to some rather pointed questions  I've been pondering what makes people sexually compatible.I've glibly stated that when it comes to sexual compatibility a big cock is a prerequisite and not a perquisite [I heard something similar once, I forget where, about a big diversified portfolio]. But, and this is a really big </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/110567329898359756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/110567329898359756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2005/01/prerequisite-perquisite.html' title='Prerequisite | Perquisite'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-110538501042310515</id><published>2005-01-10T13:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T13:50:00.956-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Honesty</title><summary type='text'>[Honesty]There are questions one cannot answer truthfully: Isn't that the most beautiful wedding gown you've ever seen?— Uh, no, it's garish.Isn't that the best spaghetti sauce?— Uh, isn't that tomato soup?Don't you just love the way he's decorated?— Uh, no, it looks like somebody barfed sunflowers.Isn't that pretty?— Uh, are you smoking crack?Isn't she the most beautiful baby </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/110538501042310515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/110538501042310515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2005/01/honesty.html' title='Honesty'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-110506641636648551</id><published>2005-01-06T20:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T13:52:05.030-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nous Sommes des Singe-Porcs</title><summary type='text'>[Nous Sommes des Singe-Porcs]I got a bit drunk last night. It was my first day back to work, and of course it seemed like a good idea to go out for one cocktail. There were six of us, and the last few hours of our conversation concerned comparative religion / Christian doctrines including but not limited to: The existence of Hell in various texts [it's not in the OT, gentle readers].Satan is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/110506641636648551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/110506641636648551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2005/01/nous-sommes-des-singe-porcs.html' title='Nous Sommes des Singe-Porcs'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-110487037647013901</id><published>2005-01-04T14:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T14:26:16.470-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone Else's Devices | Catching Up</title><summary type='text'>[Someone Else's Devices | Catching Up]There are things I did on my trip [because others were doing them and it would have been rude to get out of it/or there was nothing else to do] that I never do when left to my own devices:Watch MontelUse CreamoraWatch MauryEat at a Grocery StoreWatch Barry Manilow on Breakfast With the ArtsRead People MagazineWatch Lifetime MoviesPlay Video Poker/</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/110487037647013901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/110487037647013901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2005/01/someone-elses-devices-catching-up.html' title='Someone Else&apos;s Devices | Catching Up'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-110485323649730639</id><published>2005-01-04T09:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T14:04:57.966-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I've Seen</title><summary type='text'>[Things I've Seen]Chiffon on Bay WindowFried Cauliflower on Plastic PlateNicotine Stained Fingers on Doctor's HandUnion Bumper Sticker aside Bush Bumper Sticker on 4-Wheel-Drive Japanese WagonMustache on MatriarchLamé Flower on Guest TowelFuneral Parlor Advertisement on Emery BoardSale Sticker on Sole of ShoeChain Lock on Hollow Door</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/110485323649730639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/110485323649730639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2005/01/things-ive-seen.html' title='Things I&apos;ve Seen'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-110377319619284915</id><published>2004-12-23T02:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T13:36:13.863-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Miles to Go Before I Sleep</title><summary type='text'>[Miles to Go Before I Sleep]I wish you a Happy Holiday Season, gentle readers. I shan't be posting much because I'll be away for a bit. I'm doing a Mid-Atlantic/East Coast tour, visiting my mama and some friends.  It will be nice to get away. I'm glad that I'm visiting the mama person first, because (1) I'm starting to feel like I'm getting the flu and (2) most of the clothes I'll be packing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/110377319619284915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/110377319619284915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2004/12/miles-to-go-before-i-sleep.html' title='Miles to Go Before I Sleep'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-110347713285101491</id><published>2004-12-22T20:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T20:12:15.606-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Social Lubrication and Microspurts of Nausea</title><summary type='text'>[Social Lubrication and Microspurts of Nausea]Lies are social lubrication. If we didn't say, "what an adorable baby" or "I'm comfortable with the organizational changes" or "I'm certain she'll call" someone might not be able to make it through a moment. But [and this is a big but] our reliance upon them and the cultural acceptance of them bothers me.There's a new Visa promotion where one can </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/110347713285101491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/110347713285101491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2004/12/social-lubrication-and-microspurts-of.html' title='Social Lubrication and Microspurts of Nausea'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-110343864037086292</id><published>2004-12-19T02:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T05:03:11.843-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Security &amp; Sounding Posts</title><summary type='text'>[Security &amp; Sounding Posts]A bad thing about living alone is that when one feels the least secure or the most apprehensive or the least tethered or the most suspicious or the least able to deal  particularly in the middle of the night  there's no one to talk to about it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/110343864037086292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/110343864037086292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2004/12/security-sounding-posts.html' title='Security &amp; Sounding Posts'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-110308379017080074</id><published>2004-12-14T22:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T22:14:10.533-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Deserve</title><summary type='text'>[Deserve]I made an order for $1034 in chocolate and nuts last week on a day that I realized that my entire outfit [sans boots] was worth $103.40 including $83.41 in undergarments. The chocolate was not, sadly, for me or for any of my friends and family, it was for clients. I'm unsure they deserve any of it.I have gotten some holiday gifts already from vendors: a case of Chianti [yes, I've </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/110308379017080074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/110308379017080074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2004/12/deserve.html' title='Deserve'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-110288552256655880</id><published>2004-12-12T15:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T15:05:22.566-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Spam Poetry</title><summary type='text'>[Today's Spam Poetry]irradiate syenite aqua smudge abhorrent arianism aerogene fallacious strenuous birth coin archive demote cloak chunky semiramis soprano transite stress elm citrate filigree downbeat soulful loom cezanne albacore taoist peanut spatlum embower dearie dooley manfredI've been repeating it.  It makes me feel kinda secretive and smutty: like I'm summoning the Illuminati or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/110288552256655880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/110288552256655880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2004/12/todays-spam-poetry.html' title='Today&apos;s Spam Poetry'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-110236837209806409</id><published>2004-12-06T20:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T22:08:14.543-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Politics &amp; Pursestrings</title><summary type='text'>[Politics &amp; Pursestrings]We know that elections are bought. We also know that corporations do a lot of the buying. But, we generally don't keep track of who is paying for whom.By comparing contributions to Republicans and Democrats during the 2004 election cycle — and by altering purchases of products, services and stocks accordingly — we can influence who has more money to blow on the next </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/110236837209806409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/110236837209806409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2004/12/politics-pursestrings.html' title='Politics &amp; Pursestrings'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-110222570236802625</id><published>2004-12-04T23:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T23:48:22.366-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 13 Football Picks</title><summary type='text'>[Week 13 Football Picks]New England over CLEVELANDINDIANAPOLIS over TennesseeST LOUIS over San FranciscoBuffalo over MIAMINY JETS over HoustonBALTIMORE over CincinnatiMinnesota over CHICAGOSEATTLE over DallasPHILADELPHIA over Green BayPittsburgh over JACKSONVILLESAN DIEGO over DenverCarolina over NEW ORLEANSKansas City over OAKLANDAtlanta over TAMPA BAYNY Giants over WASHINGTON</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/110222570236802625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/110222570236802625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2004/12/week-13-football-picks.html' title='Week 13 Football Picks'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-110166081040306906</id><published>2004-11-28T10:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T10:53:30.403-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 12 Football Picks</title><summary type='text'>[Week 12 Football Picks]Philadelphia over NY GIANTSPITTSBURGH over WashingtonKANSAS CITY over San DiegoIndianapolis over DETROITNEW ENGLAND over BaltimoreSAN FRANCISCO over MiamiARIZONA over NY JetsATLANTA over New OrleansTennessee over HOUSTONDALLAS over ChicagoSEATTLE over BuffaloDENVER over OaklandGREEN BAY over St LouisMINNESOTA over JacksonvilleTampa Bay over CAROLINACINCY </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/110166081040306906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/110166081040306906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2004/11/week-12-football-picks.html' title='Week 12 Football Picks'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-110101593787285733</id><published>2004-11-20T23:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T11:29:48.406-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Week | Week 11 Football Picks</title><summary type='text'>[What a Week | Week 11 Football Picks]It was a sucky week, really:didn't accomplish much at work except add to my to-do listhaven't been sleeping well, and it's affecting both my higher-brain functioning and my moodam thoroughly cash strappedam hornyam drowning in ennuiIt will be very good for me to get away for a week over Thanksgiving.Anyway, Football. I'm tryin' this again [thanks </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/110101593787285733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/110101593787285733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2004/11/what-week-week-11-football-picks.html' title='What a Week | Week 11 Football Picks'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-110046787274113701</id><published>2004-11-14T15:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T15:31:12.740-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Fat Zero</title><summary type='text'>[Big Fat Zero]I flaked and forgot to make my football picks for week 10.  Now, I may be out of the running for the end-of-the-season big prize.  That's just so fucking sad.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/110046787274113701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/110046787274113701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2004/11/big-fat-zero.html' title='Big Fat Zero'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-110031757862578346</id><published>2004-11-12T21:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T23:18:42.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Drink Drank Drunk</title><summary type='text'>[Drink Drank Drunk]Going out for one drink after work always goes as planned: closing a downtown bar and stumbling in, cursing the aether and mock-repenting over the things one should have done instead. I say as planned because let's go out for one drink has become a politese for let's get completely shitty and rant.It goes like this: One suggests to a few persons familiar with the process </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/110031757862578346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/110031757862578346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2004/11/drink-drank-drunk.html' title='Drink Drank Drunk'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-109997253685750535</id><published>2004-11-08T21:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T21:55:36.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pictographic Now</title><summary type='text'>[The Pictographic Now]10x10 is  especially for those among you who, like me, have attention difficulties  a terrifically satisfying way to browse the news.[via fimoculous]</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109997253685750535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109997253685750535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2004/11/pictographic-now.html' title='The Pictographic Now'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-109991783209385359</id><published>2004-11-08T06:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T06:43:52.093-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What Passes for Presidential</title><summary type='text'>[What Passes for Presidential]Just a quick QuickTime to start your week.[via MUFF]</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109991783209385359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109991783209385359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2004/11/what-passes-for-presidential.html' title='What Passes for Presidential'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-109985574362657410</id><published>2004-11-07T13:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T13:36:35.166-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 9 Football Picks</title><summary type='text'>[Week 9 Football Picks]Again I took very little time to make my picks.  I looked at who I'd want to win and picked all of those I thought had a chance in hell to make it [again, noting my likes and dislikes]:New England over ST LOUISKansas City over TAMPA BAYCAROLINA over OaklandDENVER over HoustonBALTIMORE over ClevelandDallas over CINCINNATISeattle over SAN FRANMIAMI over ArizonaNY </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109985574362657410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109985574362657410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2004/11/week-9-football-picks.html' title='Week 9 Football Picks'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-109980931960579330</id><published>2004-11-07T00:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T00:54:27.896-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chosen Path</title><summary type='text'>[The Chosen Path]This terrifies me:Men with buzzcuts and clad in their camouflage waved their hands in the air, M-16 assault rifles beside them, and chanted heavy metal-flavoured lyrics in praise of Christ late on Friday in a yellow-brick chapel . . . . "Thus David prevailed over the Philistines," the marine said, reading from scripture, and the marines shouted back "Hoorah, King David," </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109980931960579330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109980931960579330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2004/11/chosen-path.html' title='The Chosen Path'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-109951335991026377</id><published>2004-11-03T20:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T20:17:29.066-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Le Big Sigh</title><summary type='text'>[Le Big Sigh]The ideal tyranny is that which is ignorantly self-administered by its victims. The most perfect slaves are, therefore, those which blissfully and unawaredly enslave themselves.— Dresden James62,400 repetitions make one truth.— Aldus Huxley in Brave New WorldAll, too, will bear in mind this sacred principle, that though the will of the majority is in all cases to prevail, that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109951335991026377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109951335991026377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2004/11/le-big-sigh.html' title='Le Big Sigh'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-109936190799170524</id><published>2004-11-01T20:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T07:31:41.376-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Judging the Judges</title><summary type='text'>[Judging the Judges]Although I wouldn't dream of telling anyone how to vote, I am morally comfortable with forwarding published recommendations. I don't have time to research judges' behavior and records on my own, so I tend to take the voting recommendations [those for whom it recommends NOT voting] of the LGBA of Chicago [although I am physiologically mostly straight, I am politically </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109936190799170524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109936190799170524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2004/11/judging-judges.html' title='Judging the Judges'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-109925405090480045</id><published>2004-10-31T14:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T14:20:50.903-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 8 Football Picks</title><summary type='text'>[Week 8 Football Picks]I managed to make my picks on time, but I didn't think about them very much this week at all. I was too busy to do any research and because of the Halloween Party I couldn't type: I had garishly long nails from Friday afternoon until just a few minutes ago when I hacked off about a half inch. Anyway, here are the picks [noting my likes &amp; dislikes]:PHILLY over Baltimore</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109925405090480045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109925405090480045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2004/10/week-8-football-picks.html' title='Week 8 Football Picks'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-109902199850083986</id><published>2004-10-28T22:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T22:53:18.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Costume for All Hallows Eve's Eve</title><summary type='text'>[A Costume for All Hallows Eve's Eve]My costume is almost together.  For the clothes, I still need a top, but the rest of my person will be suitably covered. I also still need some makeup, but I'll be able to pick that up on Saturday.My theme is: jail-bait glam metal groupie with a big sister who strips [circa 1987].Granted, I'm no teenager, so the efficacy of my costume will depend heavily</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109902199850083986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109902199850083986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2004/10/costume-for-all-hallows-eves-eve.html' title='A Costume for All Hallows Eve&apos;s Eve'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-109893506493858972</id><published>2004-10-27T22:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T22:55:30.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Violent Thoughts</title><summary type='text'>[Violent Thoughts]I'm not a violent person, but I do have violent thoughts. When annoyed, I somewhat regularly envision myself slapping someone across the face, or stomping on someone's toe. And, no, I've not slapped any of these faces or stomped any of those toes [except for a guy who rubbed up against me on the bus . . . . he deserved having my heel on his foot].My most recent violent </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109893506493858972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109893506493858972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2004/10/violent-thoughts.html' title='Violent Thoughts'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-109873745627148542</id><published>2004-10-25T15:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T21:22:26.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Move Along - These Aren't the Bras You're Looking For</title><summary type='text'>[Move Along  These Aren't the Bras You're Looking For]Six out of the last ten searchers that reached this page were looking a "packers cheese bra". When searching for this item, Bulletproof Bra comes up as the #9 link at Google and the #3 link at Yahoo. Yeah, I saw the game. Yeah, those things looked pretty stupid and would work as a [gag, I hope] gift for a Packers fan.  It should be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109873745627148542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109873745627148542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2004/10/move-along-these-arent-bras-youre.html' title='Move Along - These Aren&apos;t the Bras You&apos;re Looking For'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-109867513545438104</id><published>2004-10-24T22:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T22:33:21.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Becoming Hegemon</title><summary type='text'>[Becoming Hegemon]Very few of you have been supportive thus far toward my becoming hegemon. These are the only donations:5 Covnoys of Assassin Sex DroidsAnthraxArmy of Oral Sex WarriorsAIM-9M sidewindersNuclear bombI might be able to do something with all that, but I don't think it's enough to take over the world.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109867513545438104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109867513545438104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2004/10/becoming-hegemon.html' title='Becoming Hegemon'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-109850770157775914</id><published>2004-10-23T01:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T14:22:01.220-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 7 Football Picks</title><summary type='text'>[Week 7 Football Picks]I'm down to 6th [out of 22 active players]. Let's hope I'm more on this week. Again, in order of confidence:NY GIANTS over Detroit St Louis over MIAMIDenver over CINCYINDIANAPOLIS over Jacksonville Philly over CLEVELANDMINNESOTA over TennesseeBALTIMORE over Buffalo San Diego over CAROLINASeattle over ARIZONANEW ENGLAND over NY JetsAtlanta over KANSAS CITYGREEN </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109850770157775914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109850770157775914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2004/10/week-7-football-picks.html' title='Week 7 Football Picks'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-109849306723783286</id><published>2004-10-22T19:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T18:06:06.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Heart Jon</title><summary type='text'>[I ♥ Jon]I'd heard about it, but I've not had the time to view it until tonight. If you've not, here's Jon Stewart's Crossfire appearance from last Friday, and the comments he made about it on The Daily Show earlier this week.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109849306723783286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109849306723783286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-heart-jon.html' title='I Heart Jon'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-109837193200003480</id><published>2004-10-21T10:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T22:37:52.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>[Clicky Clicky]</title><summary type='text'>[Clicky Clicky]I'm drawn to the TV-B-Gone. I don't watch much TV, and I never turn on the TV just to fill the silence. There are more enjoyable ways for me to fill the silence when I'm so inclined. I'm frequently annoyed by finding myself surrounded by TVs that no one is even watching: useless background noise for those who fear silence or conversation. The idea that I could have some tool </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109837193200003480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109837193200003480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2004/10/clicky-clicky.html' title='[Clicky Clicky]'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-109824281413655449</id><published>2004-10-19T22:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T21:53:39.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Dose of Silicon</title><summary type='text'>[Daily Dose of Silicon]I've been trying to remember to take my vitamins. I took them a few minutes ago, and it occurred to me that I really don't know everything that's in them. So I checked. Other than not having a fucking clue what Molybdenum is, I feel rather comfortable with the list.Then, there are the nutrients that don't have RDAs:Asian Ginseng Root (Korean white) Extract 55 mg (Panax </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109824281413655449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109824281413655449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2004/10/daily-dose-of-silicon.html' title='Daily Dose of Silicon'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-109815857220857359</id><published>2004-10-18T23:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T07:19:30.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Linkishness</title><summary type='text'>[Linkishness]The Shrub's Rendition of Sunday Bloody Sunday [via]Anti-Bush Soccer Mom [via]</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109815857220857359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109815857220857359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2004/10/linkishness.html' title='Linkishness'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-109814600635883121</id><published>2004-10-18T19:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T20:40:27.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Doll's Back</title><summary type='text'>[Baby Doll's Back]My favorite fragrance for some time was Yves Saint Laurent's Baby Doll. It is so yummy: grapefruit, red currant, rhubarb, wild roses, freesia, ginger, cardamom, cinnamon, pomegranate, grenadine, cedarwood, and peach. Woody undertones. Not too flowery. Made me think of sex all the time.I bought it at Ulta, until they stopped carrying it a few years ago. I might have broken </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109814600635883121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109814600635883121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2004/10/baby-dolls-back.html' title='Baby Doll&apos;s Back'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-109782080792890285</id><published>2004-10-15T01:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T14:22:30.210-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Persona Vacation Redux | Early Football</title><summary type='text'>[Persona Vacation Redux | Early Football]I'm going away for the weekend. It'll be nice to get out of the city. Because I'm going away, I had to make my football picks earlier than I usually do. I doubt it'll hurt much, I've been making shitty picks so far. My picks for week 6:PHILLY over CarolinaKansas City over JACKSONVILLEDETROIT over Green BayNY JETS over San FranST LOUIS over Tampa </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109782080792890285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109782080792890285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2004/10/persona-vacation-redux-early-football.html' title='Persona Vacation Redux | Early Football'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-109772503731254982</id><published>2004-10-13T22:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T22:42:09.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Idealized Sanatorium</title><summary type='text'>[Idealized Sanatorium]I just got home from a Sparty. Surreal. What was so surreal about it? Well, I've been to spas, and I've been to sponsored parties, but never the combination. We walked in and were asked to fill out forms, were given glossy bags containing robes, slippers and various tchotchkes, and were directed upstairs to a changing area.  I stripped, put on my robe and slippers, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109772503731254982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109772503731254982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2004/10/idealized-sanatorium.html' title='Idealized Sanatorium'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-109762968285782512</id><published>2004-10-12T20:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T22:38:39.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WMDs for Me</title><summary type='text'>[WMDs for Me]Let's face it. You are not happy about the global distribution of Weapons of Mass Destruction.  I know you have some.  You may wish to hide that fact, but, well, I know and you know what's goin' on here, right?I think you have enough that you could spare some.  Accordingly, I am humbly requesting that you donate any and all spare WMDs to me.Thank you for your contributions.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109762968285782512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109762968285782512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2004/10/wmds-for-me.html' title='WMDs for Me'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-109733950228909078</id><published>2004-10-09T11:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T21:35:25.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 5 Football Picks</title><summary type='text'>[Week 5 Football Picks]Last week was terrible, but at least it wasn't terrible just for me: the only people who did very well in my pool had not done well before.  Rules are: no spread, rank by confidence, and worst week is dropped. I'm currently ranked 4th out of 23. This week's picks:FALCONS over Lions COLTS over RaidersPATRIOTS over Dolphins SEAHAWKS over RamsCHARGERS over JaguarsJETS</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109733950228909078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109733950228909078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2004/10/week-5-football-picks.html' title='Week 5 Football Picks'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-109725275328708230</id><published>2004-10-08T11:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T01:33:43.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Godot | Cascando</title><summary type='text'>[Godot | Cascando]Beckett has come up in conversations recently starting with a comment from a colleague referring to a supposedly impending announcement as "the Godot for which we wait".  It's been years since I read any Beckett.  [I started with Waiting for Godot because I was in a production of The Actor's Nightmare in highschool.]  I last read this poem roughly 15 years ago.  It is not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109725275328708230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109725275328708230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2004/10/godot-cascando.html' title='Godot | Cascando'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-109720040423139260</id><published>2004-10-07T20:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T20:53:24.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>300 Love Letters</title><summary type='text'>[300 Love Letters]Even though I doubt I'll read them, I kinda like the idea of this. [Via the sassy, lovely and somewhat snarky Sheri]</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109720040423139260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109720040423139260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2004/10/300-love-letters.html' title='300 Love Letters'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-109703353365571229</id><published>2004-10-05T22:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T07:21:02.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Botox | Broadcast News | Blush | Bras | Boots</title><summary type='text'>[Botox | Broadcast News | Blush | Bras | Boots]Edwards needs botox. Somebody needs teach Cheney to sit on his suit jacket.If that didn't make you wish you were high, this might.If you'd like to try to clear your mind of all that, try this.Still can't get your mind off politics? Then go ahead and ponder the possibility of a President Schwarzenegger.Me? I'm done for a few days. I'm gonna </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109703353365571229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109703353365571229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2004/10/botox-broadcast-news-blush-bras-boots.html' title='Botox | Broadcast News | Blush | Bras | Boots'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-109685599456085338</id><published>2004-10-03T21:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T23:38:41.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotation Thought Stream</title><summary type='text'>[Quotation Thought Stream]"Fear not those who argue but those who dodge."     Marie von Ebner-Eschenbach"The truth told with bad intentBeats all the lies you can invent"    William Blake"Bitterness is like cancer. It eats upon the host. But anger is like fire. It burns it all clean."    Maya Angelou"[ . . . . ] our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves."    T. S. Eliot</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109685599456085338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109685599456085338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2004/10/quotation-thought-stream.html' title='Quotation Thought Stream'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-109683368371439545</id><published>2004-10-03T11:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T15:11:47.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 4 Football Picks</title><summary type='text'>[Week 4 Football Picks]In order of confidence:Rams over 49ERSSaints over CARDINALSJets over DOLPHINSEagles over BEARSPANTHERS over FalconsSTEELERS over BengalsBroncos over BUCCANEERSGiants over PACKERSPatriots over BILLSTitans over CHARGERSRedskins over BROWNSTEXANS over RaidersJAGUARS over ColtsChiefs over RAVENSCan't be much worse than last week.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109683368371439545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109683368371439545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2004/10/week-4-football-picks.html' title='Week 4 Football Picks'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-109638947429039643</id><published>2004-09-28T11:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T08:00:31.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Looming Deadline</title><summary type='text'>[Looming Deadline]If you've not already registered to vote, please do so right now.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109638947429039643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109638947429039643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2004/09/looming-deadline.html' title='Looming Deadline'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-109633974161507593</id><published>2004-09-27T21:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T23:23:35.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories of my first Boyfriend</title><summary type='text'>[Memories of my first Boyfriend]Wow, has it been a long time.  Wanna play The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy? Did you play the first time?I did.  So did the first boy I ever I "went with" in the 7th grade. Actually, he was in the 8th grade and he was a D&amp;D Dungeon Master. I went to my first dance with him. It would take hypnosis to recover his name, but I can remember him teaching me to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109633974161507593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109633974161507593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2004/09/memories-of-my-first-boyfriend.html' title='Memories of my first Boyfriend'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-109617063323957267</id><published>2004-09-25T22:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T14:03:33.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beginner Sci-Fi</title><summary type='text'>[Beginner Sci-Fi]In a conversation earlier today, someone asked whether there were five books that could be recommended as starter sci-fi novels.That's tricky . . . . when I'm recommending sci-fi it's generally to someone who has already read some.I came up with this list: The Star Fraction    Ken MacLeod[because of his cheeky historical threads and his political statements]The Mote in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109617063323957267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109617063323957267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2004/09/beginner-sci-fi.html' title='Beginner Sci-Fi'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-109615671296420154</id><published>2004-09-25T18:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T18:59:51.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tasty Spicy Foodstuffs</title><summary type='text'>[Tasty Spicy Foodstuffs]I've been lax about regularly going to the grocer's, and have been ordering in a bit too much. Knowing this, I've tried to stock some easy-to-prepare items, but I've also more realistically budgeted.  I can order in three times a week if I don't go out as much for lunch at the office.  Tonight, I wanted Indian food.  I really didn't think that Raj Darbar would deliver </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109615671296420154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109615671296420154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2004/09/tasty-spicy-foodstuffs.html' title='Tasty Spicy Foodstuffs'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-109609857004535027</id><published>2004-09-25T02:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T02:59:13.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Teledildonics</title><summary type='text'>[Teledildonics]Ah, technology.[Somewhat related: Dog Toy or Marital Aid.]</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109609857004535027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109609857004535027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2004/09/teledildonics.html' title='Teledildonics'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-109608714788703839</id><published>2004-09-24T23:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T18:33:00.250-06:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Favorite Things</title><summary type='text'>[10099 Favorite Things]In reverse alphabetical order:working someone else’s knowledgebaseworking my knowledgebasewordplaywoolgatheringwonderwhimsywell-meant advicewaterwatching movieswalking in cool weather thunderstorms    especially at nighttexturetaxissunshinesummer rainsteak    thick filet, pittsburgh raresolitudesnugglingsillinessshort skirts    regardless of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109608714788703839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109608714788703839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2004/09/100-favorite-things.html' title='100 Favorite Things'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-109599819553622369</id><published>2004-09-23T22:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T08:50:40.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Old Habit  Purse Incognito</title><summary type='text'>[Another Old Habit  Purse Incognito]A few jobs ago, I noticed that some of my coworkers would regularly walk around carrying redrope folders. Initially, I assumed that they were transporting files to-and-from meetings.  Later, I realized that some of these folders contained general daily use stuff: perhaps a few files, but more likely some mints, building badges, cigarettes, a few dollars </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109599819553622369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109599819553622369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2004/09/another-old-habit-purse-incognito.html' title='Another Old Habit &amp;#151; Purse Incognito'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-109582741512087928</id><published>2004-09-21T23:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T07:21:03.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Habit for a First Read</title><summary type='text'>[Old Habit for a First Read]A long time ago, when I was more prone to wear gobs of dark lipstick, I would leave lip prints at the corners of books as pagermarkers.  It was a habit spawned from laziness: it was easier and quicker to do that than it was to find and relocate a bookmark. It was easy to find the last-read page, and the bookmark was never lost. Obviously, this works only one </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109582741512087928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109582741512087928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2004/09/old-habit-for-first-read.html' title='Old Habit for a First Read'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-109573533379424262</id><published>2004-09-20T22:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T21:19:45.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Detailing</title><summary type='text'>[Detailing]From the you-never-know-where-the-line-is-until-you-cross-it department . . . .My complexion has not been up to my standards, and I've been, well, a bit annoyed with it.  The tone is blotchy. I have a few blemishes. It's just off. I've also not been as diligent about taking care of it, so tonight I started. And, well, I got a little too into it.First, I used Burt's Bees Orange </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109573533379424262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109573533379424262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2004/09/detailing.html' title='Detailing'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-109571184965428308</id><published>2004-09-20T15:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T19:21:43.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Offering to Kathoga</title><summary type='text'>[Offering to Kathoga]Today I wish to pledge my undying affection for Wonkette:Consuming the Next Generation, Round SevenHaving had his fill of babies, George W. Bush offers up a spare baby to his dark lord: "Receive this baby as yours, Kathoga, that we may have a fruitful harvest."That is pretty damn funny.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109571184965428308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109571184965428308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2004/09/offering-to-kathoga.html' title='Offering to Kathoga'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-109563963444036319</id><published>2004-09-19T19:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T20:02:43.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The God Cunt Fuck John</title><summary type='text'>[The God Cunt Fuck John]Because of Wordcount [mirror] I now know that Crystal is the 4,128th most commonly used word in the English language.  Bulletproof is the 79,811th and bra is the 14,084th. When looking at the About Wordcount page, I found Querycount, which tells us that as of today the top five queries in Wordcount are the, god, cunt, fuck, and john.I was directed to Wordcount by </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109563963444036319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109563963444036319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2004/09/god-cunt-fuck-john.html' title='The God Cunt Fuck John'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-109554722921483415</id><published>2004-09-18T17:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T16:48:35.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>$ 492.88 Plus International Shipping</title><summary type='text'>[$ 492.88 Plus International Shipping]Yes, I really, really, really want the Black Ugg Fluff Momma boots. I've been lusting after them.  I'd brush them and bathe them and give them a good home.  But, if this is the cheapest they can be found, then I'll have to go without.I'm going to the store now to purchase chocolate ice cream. Hopefully, that will make me feel just a teensy bit better.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109554722921483415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109554722921483415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2004/09/49288-plus-international-shipping.html' title='$ 492.88 Plus International Shipping'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-109547379523338086</id><published>2004-09-17T21:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T16:59:43.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>49 Hours</title><summary type='text'>[49 Hours]This first hand account of a bystander who was arrested in NYC during the RNC is a recommended read.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109547379523338086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109547379523338086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2004/09/49-hours.html' title='49 Hours'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-109544909396965764</id><published>2004-09-17T14:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T19:52:35.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Purse is Loaded with Concealed Weapons</title><summary type='text'>[My Purse is Loaded with Concealed Weapons]I've got the p-500, the djeep/headbanger combo, the pushy, and sometimes, even the trim barrel spring. And, I guarantee that any of those weapons are more dangerous than this one.  Dear Sweet Chocolate Jesus, we need to get a fucking grip.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109544909396965764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109544909396965764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2004/09/my-purse-is-loaded-with-concealed.html' title='My Purse is Loaded with Concealed Weapons'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-109538273560933145</id><published>2004-09-16T19:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T07:05:13.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Making a Statement</title><summary type='text'>[Making a Statement]I've heard and read several fellow Chicagoans wax about voting third party in the upcoming election, all of their musings could be surmised in a single thought: "Kerry will so thoroughly take Cook County that he'll easily take Illinois, so I'll put my vote where it will make a statement." Is that what you've been thinking? Are you considering making your voice heard by </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109538273560933145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109538273560933145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2004/09/making-statement.html' title='Making a Statement'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-109513407479078879</id><published>2004-09-13T22:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T22:54:34.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Unnecessarily Glib</title><summary type='text'>[Unnecessarily Glib]Someone just asked how to get over someone.I glibly responded that you get under somebody else.Truthfully, I've never really gotten over anyone I've loved. Places are haunted by memories. I work to cleanse them by having new experiences in them. So many pet names are tainted. A new voice saying a familiar word in a familiar way can be a disconcerting moodbreaker the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109513407479078879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109513407479078879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2004/09/unnecessarily-glib.html' title='Unnecessarily Glib'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-109512502904548024</id><published>2004-09-13T20:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T22:19:40.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Habit becomes Ritual</title><summary type='text'>[Habit becomes Ritual]Throughout most of last winter and last spring, my schedule held some regularity.  I had a regular Monday night thing, a regular Tuesday night thing, a regular Saturday night thing. A regular Sunday morning thing. And so on. The regular Monday night thing was visiting Boulevard Café on my way home from work. I'd have a bourbon or two and a decaf or two whilst chatting </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109512502904548024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109512502904548024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2004/09/habit-becomes-ritual.html' title='Habit becomes Ritual'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-109504393983049948</id><published>2004-09-12T21:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T21:53:21.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting the Week Off Right</title><summary type='text'>[Starting the Week Off Right]The laundry service failed to fold any of my pants on the crease again, and considering that I don't even own an iron, they're all going to be screwed up unless I take them in to be ironed. The straightening iron I use for my hair has worked before in a pinch, but I'm thinking that it might be a little extreme to crease 6 pairs of pants with it.I spent my morning </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109504393983049948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109504393983049948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2004/09/starting-week-off-right.html' title='Starting the Week Off Right'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-109482163179560007</id><published>2004-09-09T23:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T08:07:11.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That Beautiful Sack</title><summary type='text'>[That Beautiful Sack]Did you see that? Did you? When Willie McGinest sacked that punk-ass Colt? That was the happiest I've been all damn day.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109482163179560007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109482163179560007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2004/09/that-beautiful-sack.html' title='That Beautiful Sack'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294137.post-109478845885738547</id><published>2004-09-09T22:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T22:54:18.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>$10 002 272 in 47 days 8 hours 9 minutes</title><summary type='text'>[$10 002 272 in 47 days, 8 hours, 9 minutes]If real money was this easy . . . .</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109478845885738547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294137/posts/default/109478845885738547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulletproofbra.blogspot.com/2004/09/10-002-272-in-47-days-8-hours-9.html' title='$10 002 272 in 47 days 8 hours 9 minutes'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07128173076369712526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUAftTi0USs/TQP7inpebpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5_e27HCZzwU/S220/Bloom.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
