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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:planetnumber3:37507</id>
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    <title>planetnumber3 @ 2005-05-24T19:12:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-25T00:13:33Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-25T00:13:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=ozonelayercake"&gt;&lt;img height="17" border="0" src="http://www.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" alt="ozonelayercake" align="absmiddle" width="17"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-WEIGHT: 800" href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/ozonelayercake/"&gt;You&lt;/a&gt; need to stop calling The J’s phone.   You’ve made X turn on FOAD Mode and whenever The J checks her messages and he hears you’ve called I have to put up with him swearing a blue streak for a couple hours.   Since he’s the only one of us who will use phones and he’s refusing to deal with you “at least until after the con season” it’s really pissing him off and none of us are in the mood to put up with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y</content>
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    <title>planetnumber3 @ 2005-05-18T20:32:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-19T01:33:05Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-19T01:33:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Our allergies have finally stopped acting up.  I hope they're good until next year now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want con season to be over.   Reapercon is this weekend and X signed us up to work both Friday and Sunday.   If we're not getting paid for Friday I'd rather be home working on things.   Same with Sunday.   *shakes fist*    Then we have a weekend off and then starting that Wednesday it's officially Akon time for us.  We are missing out on so much pay this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that I'm thinking about paychecks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Y, 19</content>
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    <title>planetnumber3 @ 2005-05-15T21:36:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-16T02:37:07Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-16T02:37:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I know that when I preoccupy myself with thinking about life I'm not spending time living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But is this kind of not living better than any other?  Can I justify it?   Is it any better than a nonsober state or actual suicide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I use persuit of knowledge and enlightenment, with the ultimate goal being happiness, as relief for dealing with The Now?   With Us obviously suffering I know it's selfish and irresponsible to go off on my own to work on long term contentedness.   I should be working on Us leveling out.   Our usual ball of energy, Y, won't even be bothered to yell at me.   I'm used to Z being "meh" about everything but I get worried when I can't rile Y up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[And why does it seem that I'm being &lt;b&gt;denied&lt;/b&gt; scientific studies on WalkIns?  I'm having difficulty finding anything other than "This is my experience" types of webpages.  Good and all well but I want something formal.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- X</content>
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    <title>planetnumber3 @ 2005-05-09T19:58:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-10T00:58:27Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-10T00:58:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ongoing tire drama.   Yes, we're having drama over getting a new tire for our car.   The T recced a place to check out.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All day Y kept going in and out of panic attacks and crying fits over having to go someplace he's never been before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG, if I was a violent man I would have smacked him.   Instead I wish that we had the money to medicate the freak when he gets like this.  We don't need to be crying at work.  We're seen as being odd enough already.  Z is no help a all.  She just shrugs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I made us find the place tonight.  They close at 6.  Tomorrow we'll try and take a half day to get out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a shower and to watch the almost 2G of Iceman we've been downloading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- X</content>
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    <title>planetnumber3 @ 2005-05-08T21:37:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-09T02:37:30Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-09T02:47:23Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Zi:KiLL- Touch Me [live]</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Today I got to run around downtown while wearing German army gear and a bowler hat.   I also got to chase pigeons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[And we wonder why the homeless people leave us alone. - X]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw a lady in a wedding dress and a business man carrying a trombone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're trying to DL a dorama called "hito ni yasashiku", aka Be Nice to People.   It stars Shingo Katori and Mitsuru Matsuoka [from SOPHIA].  We found a place that has a torrent of the whole series, but, like no one's seeding it so the transfer's so slow.   Same with MPD Psycho.  So slow!  I can't start new downloads until we finish these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Y</content>
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    <title>planetnumber3 @ 2005-05-04T19:06:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-05T00:21:22Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-05T00:21:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">X has been in crisis mode over getting everything done for A-kon that we need/want to.    We can't do most of it (video block and song mixing) until this weekend, when we get a new hard drive [and paid in general].  So he was going to redo some website junk, but we still don't have the photographs that he wants to use for the karmacide layout, ST is being held off on until we have more time, and our BJD page is Y and my's project.   So he's just skrewed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y either wants to play around on the &lt;a href="http://www.gorillaz.com/" target="new"&gt;Gorillaz&lt;/a&gt; site tonight or re-read more Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; was thinking of making brownies.  We bought the eggs for them last weekend.  ...mmm.  Brownies.  I don't know.  I'm not even going to bother checking most of the websites that I usually check daily today.  Going to bed and reading does sound nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Z</content>
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    <title>planetnumber3 @ 2005-05-02T19:09:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-03T00:10:54Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-03T00:10:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Today we'd like to quote SUGIZO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"みんな音楽と共に生き抜いてますよ"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-XYZ</content>
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    <title>planetnumber3 @ 2005-04-24T19:05:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-25T00:05:15Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-25T00:07:10Z</updated>
    <lj:music>DéspairsRay - MaVERiCK</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Today we were going to work on new music and a couple remixes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We managed to get some loops from &lt;a href="http://mediasoftware.sonypictures.com/loop_libraries/" target="_blank"&gt;Sony Media&lt;/a&gt; that we didn't have before, but that was about it.  They're good stuff, though.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having problems sitting at the computer.  Shoulder and hip.   I just want a new body.  .___.  This one sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, instead of being productive, I went to bed to read some Harry Potter.  HP is good for re-reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we got drug out of the house with a promise of Taquitoes [and being able to go to the bank so I can finally make our horribly overdue car payment - X].   ...and we ended up going to the theater to see &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0373074/" target="_blank"&gt;Hung Fu Hustle&lt;/a&gt;, which is further proof that Stephen Chow &lt;i&gt;can&lt;/i&gt; write, direct, &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; star in his own movie and have it still be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us are excited about getting to see +D'espairsRay+ the Thursday before Akon.  We won't be going to the Saturday show because we have Things going on and the tickets are damn expensive.   ...but it's a band we're all fans of.   None of us would travel to Japan to see them, but since they're playng right in town...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nmmm.... I think I'm going to give us a mohawk again tonight.   I like the color we have going on but I need to change something.   :/   It's my stress relief.  Rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y-kun has his buying STUFF and occasional cutting.  X drinks and takes walks.   I do messed up things with our hair.   :P    I'm a bit sad about it because we've been growing our hair for so long and only trimmed the back once (to try and get rid of the grown-out mohawk effect).  Now I wish I hadn't done that because it would look cooler with it long, but oh well. That's what extensions are for.   Mohawk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Z</content>
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    <title>planetnumber3 @ 2005-04-21T19:43:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-22T00:43:41Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-22T00:47:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I think we should move all the "random stuff from work papers" over here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would require me finding them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead I'll post our most recent bout of randomness.   It's short but I was cleaning our workspace today and wanted to get rid of the clutter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of these are Y-kun's.   We've put him as karmacide's "vocals and imagery".     Even if none of these get used as lyrics or titles, they give me and Z something to write music about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suicide by cyanide&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;きれいコマ&lt;br /&gt;kirei KOMA&lt;br /&gt;pretty coma&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;キラキラダンス&lt;br /&gt;shiny danse?&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mercury blood&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sepia skies the color of burnt cigarette paper&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;contaminated&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;says I'm tasty&lt;br /&gt;but only when I bleed&lt;br /&gt;showing the sickness&lt;br /&gt;that's kept undernieth&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after I jump&lt;br /&gt;I will fall&lt;br /&gt;into the&lt;br /&gt;timeless lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll live forever&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when your favorite&lt;br /&gt;flowers are lillies&lt;br /&gt;you know you&lt;br /&gt;have a death-wish&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The floor is littered&lt;br /&gt;with the wings&lt;br /&gt;of dragonflies&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='cutid1-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- X</content>
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    <title>planetnumber3 @ 2005-04-20T22:37:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-21T03:37:53Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-21T03:56:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">We've decided that the next tattoo we get will be a Harlock-style skull and crossbones.  It'll either go under our collarbone [where he and Kei's are on their capes] or on our left foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had decided that if we got anything other than our wings, it'd start working it's way up our legs... but how cool would it be to have that on our upper chest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, we need the money for it first.  Beh.  Money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit: Okay. After seeing part of the Baby Blood PV, machine is now &lt;i&gt;HAKUEI with Spread Beaver Lite&lt;/i&gt;.  Kiyoshi on guitar (duh.), Joe King of Drums, and Chirolyn on bass.   Next we'll find out they replaced COLA with DIE (please no.  -___-;;;;   -Z) on keyboards and INA was bored and decided to master their album for them for kicks.  Not complaining, but WTF?  o_O;;;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Y19 &amp; Z</content>
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    <title>I have some babble.</title>
    <published>2005-04-17T02:50:10Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-17T02:50:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">When we were little we used to watch a show we knew as &lt;i&gt;Captain Harlock&lt;/i&gt;, or if we were at a sci-fi convention, &lt;i&gt;Albator&lt;/i&gt;.   Same thing.  The Quebecois make everything stupid, but they've always gotten the good anime toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to wake up at 4-5 in the morning to watch cartoons.    For a while there was Captain Harlock and Voltron.  Later they switched to an hour of Sailor Moon.   I had no freakin' clue that it was "anime".     Z and A [A  is no longer here] both chose Harrison Ford charcters as their Male Role Models.  Z thought Indianna Jones was the ultimate guide for life.  A thought the same about Han Solo.    Me?  Harlock.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harlock was perfect.   He's a determined idealist who believes in himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was recently reminded of that show and am extremely sad to know that our old tapes got left when we left one of our houses.  I bet they're still there if no one threw them out, but I can't get them back.  They were old and taped from TV.  I think because we lived so close to Toronto is why we got so much of the original Harlock shown on TV.   I might have even been watching a Canadian station.  I can't remember.   It was psycho popular in Quebec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to find them for sale, but I don't think they were ever fully released on tape.  There's a &lt;a href="http://www.animesuki.com/series.php/532.html" target="_blank"&gt;torrent for the first 9 episodes&lt;/a&gt; at AnimeSuki.  A random guy at work gave me an address for a Canadian site that sells &lt;a href="http://www.archambault.ca/store/search_result.asp?artists=Albator%2078&amp;amp;searchtype=artist" target="_blank"&gt;DVDs of the whole series&lt;/a&gt; in French.    I think we have to buy that when we have money.  I'll be able to understand enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had found &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vap.co.jp/herlock/index.html" target="_blank"&gt;Space Pirate Captain Herlock: The Endless Odyssey - Outside Legend&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; at Suncoast and got 2 of the DVDs.  I thought it was a rerelease of the original series but the animation is much more modern and the story's different.   The plot is good but I really want the series that I remember.   After I get that I'll have to get &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/find?q=harlock;tt=on;nm=on;mx=20" target="_blank"&gt;the other series/videos&lt;/a&gt; about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Y 15</content>
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    <title>planetnumber3 @ 2005-04-13T19:00:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-14T00:21:57Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-14T00:21:57Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Plan Nine from Outer Space</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Pet peeve?  There is a big difference between "&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=wondered" target="new"&gt;wondered&lt;/a&gt;" and "&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=wandered" target="new"&gt;wandered&lt;/a&gt;".   I know it's hard to tell the difference in the sound, but when you're writing it, you should know what you're typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to defeat the evil 7-11 dude.  Today I got in and ordered one of each taquito kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Y</content>
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    <title>planetnumber3 @ 2005-04-11T21:09:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-12T02:18:12Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-12T02:20:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Sometimes I think it would be nice if more than one of us had a half-way decent memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been using the sewing scissors while sewing.  They should be with our current project, but they're not.  No one can remember using them, but we do remember contemplating whether or not we should allow ourselves to use them to trim our hair a while ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that was the case you'd think they'd be in the bathroom, but they're not.  There aren't &lt;i&gt;any&lt;/i&gt; scissors there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now no one remembers where our sewing scissors are [that are needed for the above mentioned sewing project, so we can alter something for a friend, &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; so I can make us a HAKUEI hat], or how our hair got trimmed the last time... or really when the last time we trimmed our hair was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an overused abbreviation, but.... WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Z</content>
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    <title>planetnumber3 @ 2005-04-10T16:25:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-10T21:40:42Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-10T21:40:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I think I have a crush on &lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/2nprth" target="new"&gt;D[di:]&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s17.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=0CRRDBPITN6C03VFUNQGULUQM9" target="new"&gt;D[di:] - sensei snob&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z thinks she has attitude and that her music is tolerable.  That's about the best you can get from her concerning female vocalists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y on the other hand thinks I'm crazy and that she'd probably try to bite me.  I argue that unlike Kana, if she did bite me I wouldn't be afraid of getting rabies.  It's all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- X</content>
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    <title>planetnumber3 @ 2005-04-08T22:03:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-09T03:03:43Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-09T03:08:49Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Some foreign film that is rather close to gay pr0n.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">A photo post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cleaned off the camera so there's a couple of Yuki and Cos, The J with our Stitch plushes, me, a Y-kun, and our guitar [because it rightfully has more fans than we do].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/2mwfo8" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuki and Cosmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/2mwft1" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blurry Yuki closeup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/2mwfuq" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos.  I like this shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/2mwg0j" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The J with The Stitches.   Our house is fulled with Plushies.  We're some kind of Stitch rescue center.   Z bought the first one for The J.  Y felt that he needed to pick up the tye-dye one from the Disney Store Clearance.  And the second regular Stitch is from the Thrift Store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/2mwg88" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/2mwggn" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/2mwhtx" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/2mwi09" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/2mwi1t" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/2mwi2v" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y-kun's making faces not at the camera.  &amp;gt;___&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/2mwi7p" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biiii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/2mwi8y" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Redeye is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/2mwiee" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/2mwif6" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*amused*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/2mwifq" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our kitchen has one hell of a door curtain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/2mwihj" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't I already do this face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/2mwilg" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/2mwio6" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmm gee-tar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/2mwirt" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the red sock in the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='cutid1-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- X</content>
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    <title>planetnumber3 @ 2005-04-07T20:10:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-08T01:29:35Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-08T01:29:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">*looks at user icon for this week*  WTF Y?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're using Transplant's song Diamonds and Guns in a Garnier commercial.  Hair products.... gangsta' rock... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"knock, knock, knock. Who's that? It's momma, son, lookin' for the bitch who took the money and run. Now the daylight's gone and there's no more fun. And who's the fuckin' bitch who stole all the heroin?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a shampoo/hair dye commercial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading through "The Psychology of Homosexuality", which was written in 1933.  Most of it is Freudian crap but it's an interesting read.  Of course, not being gay and not being "the normal man", I don't identify with much from any angle of the book [except one passage on "auto-narcissism" and desiring/identifying with what is similar to yourself].  Bis have no place in the book because the author is sure that every person is naturally bisexual.  That wasn't something I was expecting from a book that claims that every normal man stops masturbating after he's lost his virginity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And OMG!  Earth Day!&lt;br /&gt;(I was told to)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- X</content>
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    <title>planetnumber3 @ 2005-04-07T16:54:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-08T00:05:09Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-08T00:05:09Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Laputa - FACE</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Today I ran into our old Laputa and Bang-Doll burn CD.  Laputa is one of X's favorite bands and we haven't had any for him to listen to in almost a year.   He's "homesick" and it was good to cheer him up a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching the "trailer" for Ragnarok II Online.   Oh man.  I miss my Ragnacrack.  I still can't play it.  We can play ROSE Online fine and it looks like R2O will be using the same engine.  If it's like the original but in 3D I'll even &lt;i&gt;pay&lt;/i&gt; for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I should be bathing right now.  The body's sore as hell and a long soak would feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Y</content>
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    <title>planetnumber3 @ 2005-04-01T21:54:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-02T06:00:28Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-02T06:00:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">- My stomach hurts.  &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;- The car is having an issue.  None of us can figure out what is wrong.  Everything the warning light stands for seems fine.  It's the coolant light for fuck's sake.  Not much makes the coolant light blink red and then stop.&lt;br /&gt;- We're beginning to seriously consider working on making our own MMORPG.&lt;br /&gt;- This has come from me trying to get into RO again and having that "cannot init d3d" error.  Again.  Even when all our drivers and ActiveX have been updated.&lt;br /&gt;- So tomorrow will be spent trying to fix the car, figuring just what it takes to make a video game, playing guitar, and sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;- Now my headache's acting up so it's time for bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Y</content>
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    <title>planetnumber3 @ 2005-03-27T20:21:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-28T04:37:10Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-28T04:37:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">These are a few of our favorite things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X: &lt;a href="http://s3.youshareit.com/files/d2231a56ab25314929096a4ef04c9594.html" target="new"&gt;SOPHIA - GJ escAPE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y: &lt;a href="http://s4.youshareit.com/files/3005d6652819e1e27c08f4e34dea0ada.html" target="new"&gt;The Pillows - Advice&lt;/a&gt; [another song that would be better if it really was about zombies]&lt;br /&gt;Z: &lt;a href="http://s3.youshareit.com/files/590449916d657fba8d04dd895299dd23.html" target="new"&gt;LUNA SEA - Hurt&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>planetnumber3 @ 2005-03-26T20:08:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-27T04:10:08Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-27T04:10:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Aparently we are not deserving of getting taquitoes.  They get to stare at us from behind their snotscreen, and not go in our belly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F U scary 7-11 dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Y</content>
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    <title>tangets</title>
    <published>2005-03-24T02:55:50Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-24T02:55:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I was reading old journal entries and when I got to &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/planetnumber3/913.html" target="new"&gt;this one&lt;/a&gt; I was saddened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes I could- wait no I can't do that."- Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since when have I ever said that I &lt;b&gt;couldn't&lt;/b&gt; do something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can do whatever I please to as long as it fits in natural law.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are things I don't do in order to keep peace with The J and Y but I &lt;b&gt;could&lt;/b&gt; do them.  I choose not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always been one of my phrases that "If you can't love yourself then you're not much good for loving anything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike some others here I never have much of an issue with loving myself but I'm only happiest when I'm &lt;i&gt;in love&lt;/i&gt; with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not going into why but I am in love with myself once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Z said in the last post, I'm back to being like my old self again after a couple years of apathy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or almost the same as I was.  I still feel that I shouldn't be as physical or as free with my comments as I used to.  I should lay low.  We have a lot more riding on life now and more people we could upset by my being impulsive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But largely I'm throwing my issues to the wind and am not going to overthink crap about simple life experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While reading I also realized that I was turning bitter and mean.  Since when am I the mean one?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annoying? Sure. Femme? Yeah.  Opinionated? Of course.  Full of myself?  See "Annoying".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to lighten up.  I need to live.   I became a viable part of this system because Z and I were compatable and helpful to eachother.  I'm no use to anyone if I lay on the couch all day making snarky comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to drink and smoke and walk around in my boxers.  I'm not going to feel bad for dancing at work or putting my arms around a friend.  I'm going to sing when I'm alone in the car.  Because I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- X</content>
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    <title>Today was interesting.</title>
    <published>2005-03-23T02:31:49Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-23T02:34:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">X has been behaving more like his old self... how he was when I met him.  A few years ago he decided that everyone [other than me] either took his actions the wrong way, &lt;i&gt;or&lt;/i&gt; that he was acting the wrong way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since he decided that he had been becoming more and more withdrawn from the outside world and becoming more and more depressed in here.   Even when he would be fronting, he'd ever admit to it if someone asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...anyway, that was all in the time when Y was away.  He's never known X to be like how I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y isn't exactly fond of extremely upbeat X.  Since Y figured out why X is being like he is, he's calmed down a lot, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today X was dancing around, singing, and/or faking guitar to whatever we were listening to.  Just being in a good mood.   It was driving Y crazy.   "I can't stand that he keeps smiling.  People tell us that we look different- look better, when he's fronting.  What are you doing?! You're such a freak."   He was pacing around behind the couch all morning while X was bouncing around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally our MP3 player got to LUNA SEA's STORM and X went full on into stage SUGIZO mode.  [please note: SUGIZO is the only performer who has ever made me blush from watching him on stage.  He, uh, loves his job.... and his guitar... and the audience...  and especially the camera... well, maybe not as much as his guitar.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They bumped into eachother right at "Do you like it rough?" and Y stormed off in a series of "I hate him! I hate him! I HATE HIM! I HATE HIM!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I had X do some casting for a couple hours while I tried to talk Y down from The Loft.   My Fucking God that boy is stubborn.  Until he figured out exactly why X was acting the way he was, what change was made to make him that way, he wouldn't do anyhing but pound on the floor/door and ask me questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, I'm happy that he's happy again and don't really care why.  X is a grown man who takes responsibility for whatever he does and knows to not break House Rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he had his little revelation, and "Oh.  Okay then. Fine."  He opened the hatch and came on down to ignore X to the best of his ablity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.   I R not meant to be mediator. KTHXguys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Z</content>
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    <title>planetnumber3 @ 2005-03-20T20:14:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-21T04:46:56Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-21T04:46:56Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Dresden Dolls - Girl Anachronism</lj:music>
    <content type="html">When left to myself I end up writing lyrics to imaginary songs about getting into fights with drag queens in gay bars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This started with Y singing random punkish lyrics.  &lt;br /&gt;"I knew that we'd end up getting far.&lt;br /&gt;The first time I saw you&lt;br /&gt;We fought at the bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You laughed at me for ordering Japanese beer.&lt;br /&gt;Not whisky or tequila. Not rum and coke.&lt;br /&gt;Not vodka and orange. But Asahi and Sapporo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had a mudslide and ordered three shots of gin.&lt;br /&gt;One for you. One for me. And one for the swanky bartender&lt;br /&gt;... yeah, him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow this ended with me singing about looking up people's skirts just to piss them off and how some of the most interesting relationships you can have are the ones based off having to put up with someone you don't like in what you consider your territory.  Cattiness esues.  Especally between the flamboyent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't bother to keep track of what I was singing because it wasn't worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to find ways to amuse myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also need to fix this computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been extremely busy.  This weekend was full of running around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to a friend's house yesterday afternoon.  Ended up fuxxoring our whole right side in an almost tragic platform accident.  Neck, shoulder, hip and knee are stretched out of place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we made an alcohol run.  Now that we're restocked on vodka maybe I can get some decent sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that it was time to party with some people from work.  Z kicks ass at Donkey Konga.  Even after three Jello shots, a beer, and whatever it was that J made us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, after sobering, we picked up The J from work, came home and had another drink.  And slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we went thrift storing.  Landed 2 pairs of Docs in our size.  Purple and red velvet.   Some Stephen King book that Y had to have.  Cosplay bases.  A Stitch plush that needed rescuing. And an army jacket that was half off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met up with The T there.  Did more shopping where he bought us new guitar strings and he gave us a really cool jacket.  Bought sunglasses and a Bauhaus pin that Z swears we used to have years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actual band pratice was mainly spent changing guitar strings but I think I got down some parts to songs that I never quite grabbed onto before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to thank The T for today.  He needs thanking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Z: We need to thank everyone who puts up with us....]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go to sleep now because I'm in a hell of a lot of pain and need to get up early tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- X</content>
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    <title>planetnumber3 @ 2005-03-14T17:23:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-15T01:38:04Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-15T01:38:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Against all better judgement I took a Vivarin today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It comes down to about the same amount of caffiene as usual I believe.  The only other I had was a Dr.Pepper in the morning and half of one at lunch.   Instead of 5-6 Dr.Peppers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather be drinking juice than pop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate taking pills.  I knew this would happen when we started allowing caffeine again.  I don't want a life of addiction but that doesn't seem to be an option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see if I can not almost kill us with an OD and heart attack this time around.  To be stuck on caffeine is such a stupid habit.  It's not even a real drug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One would suggest I had it coming with us keeping those pills in the bottom of our backpack for so long but it was really laziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel great both physcally and emotionally since taking it.  I forget why we got started on this the first time but there were reasons for sticking to it until it made us ill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from some doubt in my willpower the only bad feelings I have are indescribable.  I feel bad because I hound X for his occasional drinking and it's been proven that me and caffeine are a bad mix while he's always been a responsible drinker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Y</content>
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    <title>planetnumber3 @ 2005-03-12T13:14:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-12T21:19:19Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-12T21:24:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Here's where things get fun.  We just spent over $30 on sock-type wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half of it was for a certain pair of stockings for cosplay but the rest is on fuzzy green socks that Z wanted, 4 pairs of "foot tubes" that you can bet Y will use as wrist bands instead, and a pair of "foot thong tube"s that I had to get because they're foot thongs.  How fab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of our friends spend too much money on shoes.  We spend it on socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[OMFG &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;spell check&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; edit by Y]</content>
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