<?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-6311814</id><updated>2012-01-30T23:46:47.681-08:00</updated><category term='Aarmese'/><category term='oh baby gay sex dick me yeah that&apos;s it...etc etc'/><category term='Fairhaven'/><category term='Hagrid'/><title type='text'>Still on the Edge in Sumas</title><subtitle type='html'>small-town gay life and death : marketing infertility : drugs : signals from the Pleiades : why helvetica is my friend : how not to breed</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>124</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-3217213191097012372</id><published>2012-01-30T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T23:46:47.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>specifically, generic house plant training, bubble light reflectivity; doggy purses; unused icons on your desktop. discovery increases with victimhood; wax melts downhill only sometimes. Darrel's house is a humble well of boxy compansionship goodness, wrapped in a peaceful tree water view. Most cosy safe warm and above all, painted kind. In contrast Mac's a study in practiced solidtude, wrapped </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/3217213191097012372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/3217213191097012372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2012_01_29_archive.html#3217213191097012372' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-8131981513141121748</id><published>2011-12-16T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T18:44:58.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well. He's dead. His epitaph? "Yeah, no". "Go with your strengths""And when those annoying spots appear at the end of your sentences, remember to clean your computer screen.""Do whatever the hell you want for the next 40 years."Which is not his??? I'm not say'n.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/8131981513141121748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/8131981513141121748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2011_12_11_archive.html#8131981513141121748' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-6557023656068474433</id><published>2011-10-31T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T22:27:52.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sickest shit ever. can't paint can't art can't do nothing but write. can't write for shit though. can't sprinkle glitter. can't glue hourglass bat wings to fake monuments. can't swear either. why o why can't I write this down faster than a weed growing in a crack on the sidewalk; no matter how fast you rip it out its back again. cracks in the sidewalk are one of the few things that were around </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/6557023656068474433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/6557023656068474433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2011_10_30_archive.html#6557023656068474433' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-21170215430807196</id><published>2011-10-19T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T12:21:19.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Back in Sumas after three days down in Swedish hospital with Death aka Mark. All is obscure as usual. Still cancer free but now facing a liver biopsy since the blood work is all so wonkie. Waiting and seeing...Meanwhile I bought me a shiny new ring for my finger, on account of how I'm part of a couple, it turns out. Mark says he's buying his own ring when he gets out of the hospital. Oh the world</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/21170215430807196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/21170215430807196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2011_10_16_archive.html#21170215430807196' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-6311324207147989227</id><published>2011-09-18T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T14:31:29.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>An Intro to PornoHere's a quote:"The founders, leaders and spokespersons more often than not are embarrassed by what faggots do; they don't want us to be seen or heard. John Rechy lays out the terms of the struggle ... Rechy says that what people call the perverse elements of homosexuality are the most enriching. And instead of celebrating, we tend to denigrate these special elements that make </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/6311324207147989227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/6311324207147989227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2011_09_18_archive.html#6311324207147989227' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-7128341639495210740</id><published>2011-09-01T16:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T16:25:40.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>stinking hp and their stinking $150 touchpads. stinking best buy. truthfully i could afford one but don't really want to bother. anyway. distraction is demeaning to the self. instead i can continue to use this tired old wired-to-the-outside-world technology to key in my every thought and ad-nauseum thought. No feelings though, for that would be un-masculine. instead of feelings and sharing we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/7128341639495210740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/7128341639495210740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2011_08_28_archive.html#7128341639495210740' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-9186412628233306927</id><published>2011-06-12T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T19:17:57.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This was written on May 4, not to be confused with July 4:So in the spirit of launching my own maypole transmission from the rooftops, all mountaintops, and all you other tops out there, in the spirit of all you downtown overrun weirdoes and freaks and queens, in honor of all you fellow travellers in and out, mixing in the midst of, or blasting out of the other end of, green meadows...Ahem. Only </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/9186412628233306927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/9186412628233306927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2011_06_12_archive.html#9186412628233306927' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-1283081528102215244</id><published>2011-06-12T12:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T12:30:57.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger test... forward to FB? Saw Super 8 day before yest. Twas okay, good summer popcorn fun. Special effects buried the story a little, but the unknown kid actors were all pretty good. "Stand By Me" meets "Close Encounters"...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/1283081528102215244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/1283081528102215244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2011_06_12_archive.html#1283081528102215244' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-8024210954045233370</id><published>2011-06-03T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T23:32:45.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Have returned from the misty bog to the south and plunged headlong into the miracle of everyday 20-young life of aboard, and the midship's wife doesn't beat the dog ever, either.I can go on.Try again: (I) have returned from the misty bog to the south (E of Seattle) and plunged headlong into the miracle of momentum, only without the momentum. That being the miracle part.Goofy, huh?Again: have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/8024210954045233370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/8024210954045233370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2011_05_29_archive.html#8024210954045233370' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-2309856484370798234</id><published>2011-03-29T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T12:54:50.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Revolution at the Longhouse:Breaking News from DQ Number 9 -- Gay mercenaries with guns storm Fall City to protect the sentient wildlife there from that naughty Bog Goddess; we will launch million dollar missiles at anyone we please in order to Enable our Venusian Partners at the church there to continue pursuing their own Constitution, so that they can have what we have (like it or no). Our </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/2309856484370798234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/2309856484370798234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2011_03_27_archive.html#2309856484370798234' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-7767054924946042856</id><published>2011-03-18T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T18:01:55.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This was written last Wednesday March 16 2011:posts from the disconnected:hey you'all.  me here, Whoretense.  Yu know who. How I've come to find it all rather soothing, to paint shiny coats for a change, and still wake up to motown more often than I think one white boy deserves. Joke about my dick here. And on to...Disconnected from the internet and forced to right this wrong, that is send out a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/7767054924946042856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/7767054924946042856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2011_03_13_archive.html#7767054924946042856' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-3728096788846917259</id><published>2010-04-16T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T22:04:46.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just another weekend in Seattle. Really missing my dog. Mark is mostly okay; I'm getting to the point where connecting an IV is routine. That's major for both of us, I think.  Hoped to get back to Sumas (now the land of icky sex crimes from what I hear) but no luck - he's just not up for that yet.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/3728096788846917259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/3728096788846917259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2010_04_11_archive.html#3728096788846917259' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-3181202151329618463</id><published>2010-04-07T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T19:45:05.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>test post after migration:this blog resides at htp://stillonedge.blogspot.comblogspot will no longer allow me to blog using ftp.  They gave me two options: either migrate to rheir server (*.blogspot.com) or migrate to seanet (*.seanet.com)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/3181202151329618463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/3181202151329618463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2010_04_04_archive.html#3181202151329618463' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-8284141516485974599</id><published>2010-04-07T18:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T19:26:00.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This blog has moved</title><summary type='text'>       This blog is now located at http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/.       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For feed subscribers, please update your feed subscriptions to       http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default.  </summary><link rel='related' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/' title='This blog has moved'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/8284141516485974599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/8284141516485974599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2010_04_04_archive.html#8284141516485974599' title='This blog has moved'/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-5571135437966969511</id><published>2010-04-07T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T16:57:23.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm back at the UW hospital after an all-to-quick visit home to Sumas and the dog (and lots of bills waiting at the post office). Mark was to get released today, but still gets lightheaded due to low blood pressure, so they're keeping him till Friday.  So I'm back and hard up for entertainment and whatever else.  He lost his glasses during one of the last five (!) room changes so we'll be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/5571135437966969511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/5571135437966969511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2010_04_04_archive.html#5571135437966969511' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-2212181904477352214</id><published>2010-04-03T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T14:00:14.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My my my... I've stumbled upon the secret to posting remotely. Lucky you.Happy April to us all. Life is essentially two things right now: daytime at UW hospital; nighttime at the temporary apartment in Eastlake. Best news all week is that Mark seems to have an appetite again. We will still have a very long ways before he's ready to head back to Sumas for even a brief weekend, but its definitely </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/2212181904477352214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/2212181904477352214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2010_03_28_archive.html#2212181904477352214' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-2210579877740412843</id><published>2010-02-16T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T09:28:11.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lordy: Today is day 2 of the so-called harvest, in which the Care Alliance people take out Mark's blood, run it through a centrifuge, ad return it to him sans stem cells.   Best news for me today is I can take time off work (w/o pay) and they'll even farm out my most headachy project to an outside A/E firm.  More later.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/2210579877740412843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/2210579877740412843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2010_02_14_archive.html#2210579877740412843' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-4320258135074289988</id><published>2010-02-15T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T11:07:20.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My life is insane and over booked like I cant even say.  Not in a good way.  Happy thoughts don't always cut it.  I have no time now except for caring for my bf who is about to join the darkest journey that Fred Hutchinson in Seattle can offer.  Out of the UW hosp late yesterday... today back at the SCCA clinic for blood work and stem cell harvest.  They call it aphorisis for some reason.  Then </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/4320258135074289988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/4320258135074289988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2010_02_14_archive.html#4320258135074289988' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-396590465388567446</id><published>2009-08-11T21:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T21:16:28.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alright fine, I'll admit that selling the Fashion Police car is more about moving on to something else that isn't quite so hard to park, and if I can make a couple bucks on the deal then that's good too.  Its not like I'll ever turn a profit, unless someone offers me twenty thousand.  So at the risk of putting the wrong energy out into the multi-universe I'll just say that I doubt it'll sell </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/396590465388567446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/396590465388567446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2009_08_09_archive.html#396590465388567446' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-862072073395527893</id><published>2008-12-21T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T23:36:25.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Spent last Friday visiting Boston Bar, British Columbia, to make sure everything is okay at the cabin for the coming snow storm (today).  Everything was okay...so we had time on the way back to stop in and visit the Elvis Rocks the Canyon cafe for something to eat.  Little did we know that a major Xmas explosion was happening there, and I do mean major.  We got away without injury--&gt;For a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/862072073395527893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/862072073395527893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2008_12_21_archive.html#862072073395527893' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-5948211808922775573</id><published>2008-12-06T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T21:04:25.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well in the interest in not keeping a detailed record of things recent, I've elected to never write again.  A collective "you're welcome" to you all.  I am such a liar.Instead I'll just skip to what I've been doing.  Swedish five times, and Mark is as okay as can be.  But I am a bit sick of the ER.  Back on the chemo, this time with new (and improved?!) drugs.  I guess one and one-half years is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/5948211808922775573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/5948211808922775573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2008_11_30_archive.html#5948211808922775573' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-1371899793156664597</id><published>2008-11-11T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T12:56:25.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today is as good a day as any to announce that I am indeed, still on the edge in Sumas. A bit of a bumpy ride--not smooth like most edges.  Meanwhile Obama has a long row to hoe, in fact the longest row in recent history. Well at least he beat out McPalin. There is too a god. And Halloween was an unqualified success, even if I did miss the Michael Jackson zombie parade in Railroad Ave. My </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/1371899793156664597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/1371899793156664597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2008_11_09_archive.html#1371899793156664597' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-5066513585827718568</id><published>2008-10-26T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T12:45:02.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Will someone explain please depreciation to me?  As in Palin the VeePee to Queen Bee can depreciate an OUTfit???  Cariboo Barbie Mrs Sarah Palin can accept gifts and they can then go to Goodwill, and she gets to write them off on her taxes owed after that is, she depreciates them?  Is that how it works?  And oh by the way where in hell does 27 and a half years come from?  Thirty nine years?  I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/5066513585827718568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/5066513585827718568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2008_10_26_archive.html#5066513585827718568' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-6371896828222903231</id><published>2008-09-08T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T22:17:42.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Skirts are never to be worn by men.hippies are never to wear black.Women of all sizes are allowed to wear their dead past-life heart breaks as trophies.Trolls must hide in the day time.Cheerleaders must star in more gore soaked movies.Retirees must die.Everyone younger than 13 is in command.  NOW.Morons are allowed to wear plaid.Jocks must wear something like orange and blue, like a laundry soap </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/6371896828222903231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/6371896828222903231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2008_09_07_archive.html#6371896828222903231' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-8739133069095848060</id><published>2008-08-30T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T21:13:48.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And there's this inter city-actile, R, bi-continental manboy, rarest of barnyard birds whom I met--whose breathing and beauty kicks your ass and you cannot believe the world has produced such creature as this ever.  Squirrels over shoes madness at night in the air and pools of quiet on the the most sudden, of sudden nights stillness...eyebrows lapse into an up and down raising, can't help it.   </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/8739133069095848060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/8739133069095848060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2008_08_24_archive.html#8739133069095848060' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-6109338603846679741</id><published>2008-08-04T18:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T18:12:01.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I’m afraid one of my routine transmission streams to the Pliedes was crossed with a secret communication to Inga from her home planet.  You knew her as Imbolc, queen of the shopping spree, fashion magnate, re-animated alien robot corpse-doll, and all around potentate and gurl with knives.  She doesn’t die, try as I might.  So, the bad news is she’s decided she likes it here. THANK GAWDESS we left</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/6109338603846679741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/6109338603846679741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2008_08_03_archive.html#6109338603846679741' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-7359944612731382221</id><published>2008-06-07T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T22:51:07.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hear you can now get snippits electronically.  It is a new age.I am 2.  One of us.  What font would that be?  The point of a snoozing, snoring, dog.  Is she here now.  Luck.  And curses.  Duality and in between-three lists.  Yadda yadda.  Jean who's name is spelled Gene, and who has other names, who lived once where not 50 years ago cows literally blocked traffic cause there weren't nobody to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/7359944612731382221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/7359944612731382221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#7359944612731382221' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-713216562006615806</id><published>2008-04-13T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T17:53:40.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whoretense here.  Well, who else?  I just had what could be my last cigarette, but in honesty I doubt it.  They have their place; its just that I tend to smoke to many of them.  Just now it was two.So, and more in honesty, it has not been the weekend to die for.  Then again it was not my weekend to die.  So that is a plus.  Another plus is, I've finally got a start on re-dux'ing the van.  It so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/713216562006615806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/713216562006615806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2008_04_13_archive.html#713216562006615806' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-5328538789973127751</id><published>2008-03-26T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T11:39:27.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well so I got to clear a tree out of a friend's pasture down in Acme, Washington.  Wound up with maybe a quarter of a cord of firewood; chopped and split and stacked in the back yard now...drying over the summer for next winter.  We'll need more but its a start.In other news I'm only now recovering from about the worst bout of flu I've ever experienced.  Starting last Thursday and only now </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/5328538789973127751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/5328538789973127751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2008_03_23_archive.html#5328538789973127751' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-5562119699174062320</id><published>2008-03-08T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T11:12:11.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>While not going to the SXSW festival in Austin, I elected also to stay home this morning and miss the usual Bellingham coffee clatch in favor of catching adequate sleep in prep of going off into the woods to chop wood for next winter.  Sometimes I am so butch.  Unfortunately one of Mark's friends was experiencing epic crisis mode and so kept him on the phone well past midnight.  I've been missing</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/5562119699174062320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/5562119699174062320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2008_03_02_archive.html#5562119699174062320' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-2902446172441814241</id><published>2008-02-08T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T22:45:19.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay, go ahead and hoist the drama up high...Did you know that on Feb19 is a primary in which if you vote Dem your vote will be essentially discarded? On the other hand, if you vote Dem tomorrow, at the Caucus on 1pm on Saturday, your vote (Obama vs Hillary) will actually have influence.  Of the 97 Washington State Democratic Party delegates, 80 are decided tomorrow.  The other 17 are Super </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/2902446172441814241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/2902446172441814241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2008_02_03_archive.html#2902446172441814241' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-6749262855645469020</id><published>2008-02-01T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T20:31:39.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dear Mercy Me and phellow pheasants,I have had the day out of hell and back.  My little miss someone is among us now, and nothing will ever be the same.  She is nasty, and will kill me maybe if I don't get her story straight and do her every whim.  How she got here isn't important, but I'm sure the details are highly technical.  She hates being mis-quoted.  And I believe she has a mean streak.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/6749262855645469020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/6749262855645469020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2008_01_27_archive.html#6749262855645469020' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-7488205558746705176</id><published>2008-01-20T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T10:05:36.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Life is still good and happy and zippedy doo dah but not sure how many more wonderful days there are to come.  Then again nobody else is sure either.The boyfriend's blood count numbers have never been so grim.  Yesterday I was able to maintain some semblence of my previous faith in all things remaining as they are indefinitely (despite much evidence to the contrary) in light of how good he is at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/7488205558746705176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/7488205558746705176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2008_01_20_archive.html#7488205558746705176' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-5574504633865900611</id><published>2008-01-04T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T10:35:55.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A lot can happen in two weeks.  A new year with lots of new toys, despite my coming out with fewer presents than I gave out.Mark's Tercel finally bit the dust so we fought and bickered and I realized that I'm def not the one who wears the pants and then we bought a 2002 Kia that I'm not all that exited about but at least he has his own car and now its over and we can move on, oh Jeezus pleez.He </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/5574504633865900611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/5574504633865900611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2007_12_30_archive.html#5574504633865900611' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-2463843528612031125</id><published>2007-12-16T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T20:52:39.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Domestic excitement prevails.  Well I wish I could say there was a mountain of events and holiday parties etc in these weeks but I can't.  I still have two legs, which isn't particularly interesting but certainly is better than the alternative.  Roy's still dead.  I had a sort-of interesting theme in mind for the van (the Green Man Van) but not really sure I want to go there.  For one thing its a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/2463843528612031125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/2463843528612031125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2007_12_16_archive.html#2463843528612031125' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-4789295388714757779</id><published>2007-12-09T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T16:22:53.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Graffiti Mystery--Found written in snow this morning on the sidewalk in front:There's another one with "Love you" inside a heart.  Mark denies writing them.  Besides, its not really his style.  Hmmm.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/4789295388714757779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/4789295388714757779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2007_12_09_archive.html#4789295388714757779' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-7602508798126639070</id><published>2007-12-09T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T11:26:32.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nothing happened this week.  Except,Last Monday the power went out a little after noon leaving me with no capability to continue work so I let Mark drive me into B'ham where we picked up a used P4 XP desktop.  Power returned about 10 hours later.Tuesday I worked a bit then drove to the Seattle office and plotted drawings for 4 hours then had dinner prepared by Randy--he's always so nice to me...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/7602508798126639070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/7602508798126639070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2007_12_09_archive.html#7602508798126639070' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-6728623110124627752</id><published>2007-11-18T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T12:28:44.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday was eventful.Had coffee with the faeries in Bellingham.  Rick threw oranges at everyone.  Kevin told me how he and Tony have been together off and on since Night Ranger was popular, or thereabouts.  Hagrid showed finally and made us a foursome--pleased to be enrolling for next quarter at WWU soon.  Then we agreed to go visit a friend in the hospital and went off for a smoke and walked </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/6728623110124627752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/6728623110124627752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2007_11_18_archive.html#6728623110124627752' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-7531781518850225260</id><published>2007-10-21T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T16:30:43.532-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hagrid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aarmese'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fairhaven'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hmm.  Well I wanted to write about yesterday, but now its after 4pm and who knows what happened to today?  Even without an exhaustive agenda its hard getting things done around here.  The neighbor's garage sale did not help.Yesterday I got to chat w/Kevin at cawfee regarding creating for yourself, versus creating for an audience.  Clearly what I make is done out of a need to make it, nevermind </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/7531781518850225260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/7531781518850225260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2007_10_21_archive.html#7531781518850225260' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-8166685698100922001</id><published>2007-07-29T19:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T20:37:09.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well the one concrete result of my last diatribe was an invite some someone's Flikker group.  Success!Took in the movie Jackie Brown last weekend, along with What's Eating Gilbert Grape &amp; The Big Chill.  That's in order of degradation, not the order viewed.  JB was breathtaking; I'd heard of it but never seen it.  Normally I can miss Quentin Tarantino but I loved this film.  Anything w/that boy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/8166685698100922001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/8166685698100922001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2007_07_29_archive.html#8166685698100922001' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-4380909645691427818</id><published>2007-07-23T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T18:06:37.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Greetings you'all...So in an effort to maintain my once flawless but now hopelessly soiled celebrity status, I feel the need to clarfiy the motive behind the Matthew Shepard Playset.  So if you'll bare with me--  For the record I'm sure that the Bellingham BDSM folks, straight or gay, IN NO WAY advocate or condone the torture and killing of hated minority members--least of all gay men living in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/4380909645691427818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/4380909645691427818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2007_07_22_archive.html#4380909645691427818' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-1879428912661837636</id><published>2007-07-22T20:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T17:11:54.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well for anyone who's interested, the Apocolypticop is on the web in video.  http://www.flickr.com/photos/nightsinge/862963370/What is that about?  Hardee harr.  I will learn to love Flickr some day.  Meanwhile,"In Poor Taste" she says:http://www.flickr.com/photos/nightsinge/862946526/No, honey, what would be in poor taste would be to put up with a system that teaches our children that gender </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/1879428912661837636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/1879428912661837636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2007_07_22_archive.html#1879428912661837636' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-8676384170678596570</id><published>2007-04-27T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T21:21:25.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okay so three days in the life of an opthomologilyeaoowlogist.  That's a cane shaped predeliction to organize carpet samples by the proximity to the ace of spades, or for those of you in the front row, organize period.  Organization is what sets the human race apart from the rest of the animals, or didn't you realize.  Hardy Harr.  So there was a story and it didn't begin with magnetic train toys</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/8676384170678596570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/8676384170678596570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2007_04_22_archive.html#8676384170678596570' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-154875293855350795</id><published>2007-03-18T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T21:36:19.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I never did finish the VV story--So the parking lot was mostly full, except for a spot right next to the one reserved for wheelchairs, right in front of the entrance to the store.  About six spaces distant was another open spot.  Me and this mom with child arrived at the crucial corner at about the same time; I let her go first, and she passed the first spot.  One of these kind of lots if you saw</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/154875293855350795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/154875293855350795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2007_03_18_archive.html#154875293855350795' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-7420692566848731444</id><published>2007-03-18T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T21:22:26.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>share with the world something honey, go on.  share it.  share the wealth.  share the poverty.  share all of it.  share it so it don't survive, wear it, wear it...chorus.  let me here it, share it.  first Ranger in line at the exit gate to parking,first parking goddess in history comes to life,first gps guided mission trip,first gasp of visility in ages w/o the benefit of celebrity.first time in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/7420692566848731444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/7420692566848731444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2007_03_18_archive.html#7420692566848731444' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-5860991263336390475</id><published>2007-03-06T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T21:34:11.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oooh...blogging ensues...When Good People Make Bad ArtSo I was in Goodwill the other day.  Like that's a surprise...something bad needs to happen to those artists who are unable to distinguish their good work from their bad.  And they need to know how and when to walk away from their bad.  YOU WOULD KNOW.  Probably NOW.  Okay I wasn't in the store yet, and it was VV, but I'm in the parking lot in</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/5860991263336390475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/5860991263336390475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2007_03_04_archive.html#5860991263336390475' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-4403423591063225556</id><published>2007-03-04T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T21:19:11.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can honestly say and yes this is bragging that today I've done the most I could possibly doo.  Forever even.  A list would simply not do.  But its okay, you didn't want to read that anyway.  LOTS of 3 feet or shorter extensions.  IS prayer dead?  A drama queen enfolds a silver bracelet in yellow ribbon.  A meaningless note someday destined to become email spam unfolds.  Violets are blue.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/4403423591063225556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/4403423591063225556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2007_03_04_archive.html#4403423591063225556' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-2874878681500996502</id><published>2007-02-16T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T13:51:30.498-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oh baby gay sex dick me yeah that&apos;s it...etc etc'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Back in Sumas again; spent most of the week in Seattle.  Not for work, but for Mark's chemo...first session now over and done with.  Mainly now its about bracing for an ever-weakening immune system.The new additions on the Apocolypticop are working brilliantly.  Lights on the front and top add a new aura of festivity.  Lots of added interest from the public, or so it seems to me.  Every time I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/2874878681500996502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/2874878681500996502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2007_02_11_archive.html#2874878681500996502' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-1715743172590292335</id><published>2007-02-11T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T13:01:12.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My truck was stolen out of a parking lot in Seattle last December.  The thief busted out the ignition, which is now at a friend's auto shop being repaired.  Meanwhile I've been driving the Apocolypticop to work.   Last week I had to drive into the back of the building to drop off my desktop computer for routine maintenance.  The cops at the office were suitably amazed, one uniformed guy in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/1715743172590292335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/1715743172590292335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2007_02_11_archive.html#1715743172590292335' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-4369662063672037811</id><published>2007-02-05T14:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T12:48:52.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its been a year.  I seem to be back.  Roy is dead, gone in 2 months, need I state the obvious.  So it goes (as Vonnegut used to say).  I'm 43, still a long-hair, ram-shackle celebutante.  So if I were to write a blog it would say...when your friends die, you tend to wonder about what it all, life etc, means.  Suffice to say I've figured out a few things, at least to my own satisfaction.  Won't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/4369662063672037811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/4369662063672037811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2007_02_04_archive.html#4369662063672037811' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-6626030650606955089</id><published>2007-02-04T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T12:46:14.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>more on the way soon...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/6626030650606955089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/6626030650606955089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2007_02_04_archive.html#6626030650606955089' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-2175167533485230645</id><published>2007-02-04T14:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T12:44:57.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Owe my gawd.  Still owing my gawd.  I have seen the light of January, and it is 2007.  Oh joy be mine.  Must blog...more.  Gasp...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/2175167533485230645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/2175167533485230645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2007_02_04_archive.html#2175167533485230645' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-116451500313172226</id><published>2006-11-25T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T14:49:49.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>owe my gawd. its been nearly a year since the last blog. I can only say one thing: busy. BUSY.  Like I'm so different from everyone else.Anyhoo, I may return to blogging soon...new pics of the car etc.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/116451500313172226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/116451500313172226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2006_11_19_archive.html#116451500313172226' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-113677055289507448</id><published>2006-01-08T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T12:38:27.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>pound out a rhythm; you can do it.  visceral incantation.  not to many drum beats, but enough to at least establish pattern.  nbever mind mistakes.  never mind anything.  just recall the present, and make it passed.  art...never is like this.  it doesn't call, it doesn't write, she doesn't care a bit I tell you...  it done.presaw all body parts before interchange.  f uyo.  I am so sincere I could</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/113677055289507448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/113677055289507448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2006_01_08_archive.html#113677055289507448' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-113633905800918896</id><published>2006-01-03T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T17:44:18.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>work on the bus has been more or less permanently put on hold.  Pending more interesting projects (from my point of view) on the recently purchased step van.  More soon.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/113633905800918896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/113633905800918896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113633905800918896' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-113341372107172266</id><published>2005-11-30T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T21:13:02.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Anyone wanna buy a bus?  Its got a lot of room, and the price is right...So yeah, I'm a fickle fag.  The bus has been a pretty fabulous investment, with a lot of lessons learned, and hopefully a lot of life in her still.  She's been with me for nearly 2 years, and all of 2000 miles, but its a hassle to drive, and even more of a hassle to store.  I'm giving her up, to the first reasonable offer, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/113341372107172266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/113341372107172266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2005_11_27_archive.html#113341372107172266' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-112985855241046623</id><published>2005-10-20T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T21:09:51.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yes, its sadly true that work on the almighty Trinity bus project has slowed to a crawl of late, but rest assured that at the minimum the heavenly bus engine is started like clockwork at least once a month at her secret hideout.  Meanwhile work has progressed handsomely on other projects, including a 3 minute short movie featuring the as yet unknown Apocolypticop, former Fashion Police...car.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/112985855241046623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/112985855241046623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2005_10_16_archive.html#112985855241046623' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-112838945060655527</id><published>2005-10-03T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T18:37:51.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well its October, isn't it?  Yea for that (gotta luv Holloween) and also, what next in store for the bus, ayee?Just got back from an amazing weekend with the Vancouver (BC) faeries, a weekend that those on the outside might characterize as some kinda "men's" movement thing, but in reality was simply a radical faerie Gathering.  What a time.  You know I haven't been to such a collective spiritual </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/112838945060655527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/112838945060655527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2005_10_02_archive.html#112838945060655527' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-112632451494210511</id><published>2005-09-09T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T20:55:14.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Back to work this week.  Friday a day off thanks to my usual 3.5 day per week schedule.  Life still good even if I am back to work...I'd been on full-time vacation schedule for a couple weeks; beginning on Tue August 23rd which was the last day I showed up in the office.  It seems like I accomplished something, thouogh in truth I've only been coasting lately, in order to more fully enjoy my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/112632451494210511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/112632451494210511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2005_09_04_archive.html#112632451494210511' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-112361020931395793</id><published>2005-08-09T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T10:56:49.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Still no new photos which is a drag.  My old fashioned film camera broke a month ago, down at Ashland.  Mark has a high rez digital camera, but first I'll have to learn how to use it (and find where he hides it).Got all the propane hooked up, including the little propane light (Paulin) which works great and is very bright.  Still no water system at all...not sure how much time I'll have left </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/112361020931395793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/112361020931395793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2005_08_07_archive.html#112361020931395793' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-112252239169945203</id><published>2005-07-27T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T20:46:31.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Spent last weekend including all day Friday up in BC with the bus...lots of progress so I'm stoked.  More to come but for now:Got ALL the propane fixtures connected and everything works so far, including the propane light fixture.  I just have to test the water heater whenever I get water to it.Got the refrigerator to work on propane.  Its worked all along on 110v power, but wouldn't get cold </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/112252239169945203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/112252239169945203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2005_07_24_archive.html#112252239169945203' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-112096874835551874</id><published>2005-07-09T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T21:12:28.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No post for weeks and now new ones back to back.  Been working the last two weekends on the mundane job, the one I get paid for.  No complaints, I telecommute after all, but would've been a good weekend to work on the bus.  I've got about everything done that I wanted in time for the Labor day weekend trip, except for some more painting.  The next 'big' thing will hopefully be some connections to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/112096874835551874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/112096874835551874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2005_07_03_archive.html#112096874835551874' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-112080121560737374</id><published>2005-07-07T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T20:57:28.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>July 4 2005Ashland Not a bus weekend, but good just the same...Friday night July 1st left Sumas 10pm, Pat wasn't ready when I got there, but we left Blaine around 11:15. Drove through Seattle, got gas in Vancouver, on past Portland to Grants Pass for more gas. By then it was approx 6am Saturday morning. We knew the rest stop where Paul had died was on the north bound side; we exited south of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/112080121560737374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/112080121560737374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2005_07_03_archive.html#112080121560737374' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-111630144803593907</id><published>2005-05-16T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T20:44:08.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>After a three week break from the bus I returned last weekend.  I worked on wiring, both 12 volt and 120v.  The 120v ground is attached to the usual third prong on a three prong plug; otherwise there is no 120v ground.  As long as the plug-in is grounded, the bus is grounded.  The 12v is ground to the bus of course.  A 1500W inverter came from Harbor Rreight, at just over $100 its a bargain.  Odd</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/111630144803593907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/111630144803593907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2005_05_15_archive.html#111630144803593907' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-111514640311974154</id><published>2005-05-03T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T11:53:23.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay yes I'm supposed to be working.  More later...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/111514640311974154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/111514640311974154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111514640311974154' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-111439245642127884</id><published>2005-04-24T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T19:25:07.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A friend's dog died yesterday.  I think these days pets take on an added meaning for a lot of people, particularly in the gay community when traditional offspring are the exception.  I suppose when gay civil rights finally makes its way into the limelight and the public decides that gay people deserve to take children for granted every bit as much most straight people do, well, pets will still be</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/111439245642127884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/111439245642127884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2005_04_24_archive.html#111439245642127884' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-111362696647788914</id><published>2005-04-15T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T21:49:26.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Still balancing the bus with the rest of my life.  Still wondering if I'm compulsive or obsessive, and if not, then obviously I need more time off work.  I took the artcar to Port Moody near Vancouver BC last weekend, good opportunity to catch up with friends and draw on the wall's at the mermaid's mom's (thanks Anthea).  Tomorrow Sat, is Mark's Whatcom Amazing Race gameshow, next weekend (Apr 23</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/111362696647788914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/111362696647788914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2005_04_10_archive.html#111362696647788914' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-111293520357024869</id><published>2005-04-07T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T21:39:44.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So an old boyfriend called today to say hello.  Nice to look back and nice also to not be there, for both of us I think.  Anyhow, he actually called I think to get me to buy something off his new internet store, CafePress dot com, natch.  So I looked around, and had to look over the huge selection of bumper stickers that people across the land have come out with.  Mainly what came to mind is how </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/111293520357024869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/111293520357024869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2005_04_03_archive.html#111293520357024869' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-111234054907507417</id><published>2005-03-31T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T23:29:09.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Not a lot of blogging recently, lots of blogs that way, huh?  Everybody runs out of steam eventually.  Sometimes they find more wood for the fire, sometimes they opt for electric heat.  If you follow me.Same goes for the bus. Gawd, a week ago about everything that could go wrong did.  Shall I bore you?  In a sentence, the circular saw smokes thanks to the dullest blade in BC; the rain came </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/111234054907507417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/111234054907507417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2005_03_27_archive.html#111234054907507417' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-111119571859498403</id><published>2005-03-18T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T17:28:38.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And the difference between a fuse block and a bus bar is... still not sure but I'm learning more every day.  Bought a second hand fuse block for the T type 200 amp "catastrophe" fuse.  Whatta name.  The block price was $8.95, versus the one at Camping World, with fuse, that goes for $90.  Not a bad discount.Was going to the cabin this weekend, but weather looks crappy and anyway there's a poetry </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/111119571859498403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/111119571859498403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2005_03_13_archive.html#111119571859498403' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-111103700896471703</id><published>2005-03-16T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T21:26:45.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well I've hopefully trimmed down the size of my web content.  Mainly by reducing the file size of a lot of old photos &amp; cartoons. Most are now under 60kbyte. A few days ago on the phone I admitted to my mother that the reason I've so many projects is to try to outrun the pace of Mark and my life together.  Somehow keeping busy, while making the time go by so fast, somehow also keeps the end at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/111103700896471703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/111103700896471703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2005_03_13_archive.html#111103700896471703' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-111077843454039168</id><published>2005-03-13T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T21:33:54.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have reached the limits of Seanet blessed virtual space.  I guess I'll have to take some stuff down off the site soon.  Where to cut?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/111077843454039168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/111077843454039168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2005_03_13_archive.html#111077843454039168' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-111077834721738922</id><published>2005-03-13T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T21:32:27.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The best things in life are free, or so they say.  I guess that makes the lumber I'm using in the bus, along with the flashlight I found at the burn pile, right up there with the best.  Nothing warms my heart like finding and finding a use for, free stuff.  So the lumber is going into the framing for the partitions I plan to have in the bus.  Today I created a small enclosure for the various </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/111077834721738922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/111077834721738922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2005_03_13_archive.html#111077834721738922' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-111051176907478698</id><published>2005-03-10T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T19:29:29.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Confidential to Sluggo--making a wood stove out of a beer keg is a little like making a car out of kleenex.  Its a bad idea.  Now back to our regular blog...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/111051176907478698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/111051176907478698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2005_03_06_archive.html#111051176907478698' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-111050959353216915</id><published>2005-03-10T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T19:02:01.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Got back last weekend to BC. Now I'm def in the mood to go back this weekend.  Time before last was a few weeks; all I did was start up the bus. Phew...it starts so easy, even when it was below freezing out. Last time I carried up a water heater, and some SOLAR panels! I'd ordered them a few weeks ago on the internet, and they were cheap, like half of what most panels cost. Only 90 watts but its </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/111050959353216915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/111050959353216915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2005_03_06_archive.html#111050959353216915' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-110793425661492488</id><published>2005-02-08T23:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T23:30:56.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last weekend we were at the cabin, and I got to light a fire for the second time in the stove.  Otherwise not much time to tinker, though she started up on the first try once again.  Mechanically she's near flawless.I want the bus to be a painted whore, and the most mystical, erotic, and mysterious vision that she can be.  After all, what is the difference.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/110793425661492488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/110793425661492488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2005_02_06_archive.html#110793425661492488' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-110574418375957723</id><published>2005-01-14T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T15:09:43.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A test of roadworthiness for the portable pda and keyboard...happy to say, working great.We're on the hghway back from the cabin in Boston Bar, Mark at the wheel, me at the keybaord. New Year's resolutions have never been relevant, but this year I have one: To take it easier on myself; to be a little more open to alternative intents. To not feel guilty for not following through on every </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/110574418375957723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/110574418375957723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2005_01_09_archive.html#110574418375957723' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-110550728805653505</id><published>2005-01-11T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T21:38:28.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ah well, its been a while. Actually over a month; and no apologies. As if "busy" even described the state I'm in. No complaints mind you; except for the maniac most of you decided belongs in the Whitehouse--again. Serves him right, I hope his legacy buries him.Anywho, the holidays were good, nice to visit the family, nice to come back here. Last weekend we got up to the cabin and bus up in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/110550728805653505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/110550728805653505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2005_01_09_archive.html#110550728805653505' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-110256613850540221</id><published>2004-12-08T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T20:22:18.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nothing happening.  Cold out there.  I did find a nice bar sink that'll fit in the bathroom, also a possible used toilet (be still my heart) in Abbotsford for $60 Canadian.   Its an old recydling type, clean enough, and looks like it would need minimal mainenance.  With that thing you could arguably extend your stay, though I'm still anticipating using my 30 gallon black water tank. So much </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/110256613850540221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/110256613850540221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2004_12_05_archive.html#110256613850540221' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-110099379271539394</id><published>2004-11-20T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T15:36:32.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last visit I got a fire started in the wood stove for the first time!!! Wanted to test it, and it worked fine. No smoke, plus it heated up the bus to 90 in about two hours. When the fire was blazing, I went outside and painted a blaze on the back, shown below. I'm so good...Need better lighting, and not finished yet, but you can make out a dollar bill with the earth in the center, all being </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/110099379271539394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/110099379271539394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2004_11_14_archive.html#110099379271539394' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-109996945439810782</id><published>2004-11-08T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T19:04:14.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>7:46 pm Saturday: This time in Bonston Bar, Richard has truly outdone himself.  Not only is the stove pipe installed, and the wood stove bolted down, but he also cut the hole for and installed the pass-through hatch for the roof!  And he managed to form the frame of the hatch to the curve of the roofline!  I just can't believe how easy he makes it look.  He also put some time into finishing the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/109996945439810782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/109996945439810782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2004_11_07_archive.html#109996945439810782' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-109873272090430480</id><published>2004-10-25T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T12:32:00.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New photo (driver's side paint so far...)Still a little rough, but getting there.  Propane not yet connected, but at least the Hydroflame is installed.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/109873272090430480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/109873272090430480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2004_10_24_archive.html#109873272090430480' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-109859726806400697</id><published>2004-10-23T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T22:54:28.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>6:26 pm:  Have to write this down.  See if it disappears like the last one a week ago.  Today I brought up a used refrigerator that Pat helped me find in Whatcom County.  Not that large, but even a countertop height fridge weighs a bit.  So I'm here by myself, I rigged up a ramp out of scrap lumber to give me something to roll the hand truck on.  No straps on fridge, nothing to hold the wood down</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/109859726806400697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/109859726806400697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2004_10_17_archive.html#109859726806400697' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-109838115430443717</id><published>2004-10-21T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T10:52:34.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hoping for a visit to B.C. and the bus tomorrow; looks like the weather will be a minor hindrance from here on through Spring.  So it goes.  Still pondering what to paint on the driver's side of the bus.  Since I've named her Trinity, I wanted to incorporate three aspects of divinity that speak to me.  Don't think I've mentioned that here before.  Mother, Son, and...the Word.  The Word is I'm not</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/109838115430443717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/109838115430443717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2004_10_17_archive.html#109838115430443717' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-109686462627505900</id><published>2004-10-03T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T01:36:04.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Written on Tuesday, 28 Sep, 10:02 pm: This silly keyboard may bee on its last legs. Every so often the uiop buttons don't work.Today we were elated to have our offer accepted on an multi-plex in B'ham! All else sort of pales, although everything going on right now is so very good--painting the bus, our health(!), the new property, even the artcar has been like taking care of an old friend. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/109686462627505900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/109686462627505900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2004_10_03_archive.html#109686462627505900' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-109626186236957643</id><published>2004-09-26T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T22:11:02.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>10:42 pm: Still can't believe I can type while lounging in bed. This Targus keyboard is a bit sketchy, but generally gets the job done.Today I added some color to the bus. Running low on blue. Tired. Burned some wood tonight, still lots more to get rid of. Odd to have a campfire with nobody to share. Sadie enjoyed it with me though. This place feels more like home with every visit. A microwave </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/109626186236957643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/109626186236957643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2004_09_26_archive.html#109626186236957643' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-109581769683401446</id><published>2004-09-21T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T18:48:16.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I guess everything IS on Ebay...while hunting for a pass-through hatch with the key words "Watertight hatch" (for the roof of the bus) I ran across this.  Your own private nuclear bomb/hurricane shelter.  Now in patriotic colors!  Only in America can looking out for Number One go up to a whole new level.Meanwhile the bus sits.  With luck the weather will allow me some time to paint during the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/109581769683401446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/109581769683401446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2004_09_19_archive.html#109581769683401446' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-109495591994900820</id><published>2004-09-11T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T19:25:19.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Saturday night: Exhausted.  Yesterday I actually applied paint to bus.  It felt good, at times great, but now I'm mainly just tired.I wound up using some free latex paint on the bus which looks like a big mistake.  I used a brush, with multiple colors at once.  The latex was from the nieghbor Dale, and purple.  Mixed with a little green left over from the cabin made a nice effect above the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/109495591994900820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/109495591994900820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2004_09_05_archive.html#109495591994900820' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-109461492654806821</id><published>2004-09-07T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T20:42:06.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>7:53 pm: Okay, I'm going to try this again, just because1.  I can and2.  This PDA has been incredibly ...uptight the last few days.I s pent my Labor Day screwing with the Visor (Palm) because I sort of accidently deleted the database for the Eyemodule2...  I think.  Somehow the camera plug-in that I got on Ebay caused the whole PDA to freeze up...repeatedly.  Its working now, fine, after </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/109461492654806821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/109461492654806821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2004_09_05_archive.html#109461492654806821' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-109445341666109236</id><published>2004-09-05T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T23:50:16.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>9:12 pm: Now this could get interesting.  Here's a first:  typing on the PDA while lounging on the couch.So much happening, that I'm actually worried about getting it all down.  That I'm still not doing enough, or that I'm still worried about it...?  That my health is more fragile than ever.  That I'm not as 'cool' as my car makes it seem?  That I still don't know what's happening with the bus.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/109445341666109236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/109445341666109236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2004_09_05_archive.html#109445341666109236' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-109419016599804447</id><published>2004-09-02T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T23:01:15.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tomorrow the bus is going to Canada!!!  Can't believe we're finally at this point, considering I thought we'd get it up there in June!  Finally the roofrack is done, and everything we've been collecting for lo these 2 years that was destined for the cabin is on board.  Actually it isn't that much stuff, or rather the bus is so huge that it hardly looks full.  So this time tomorrow hopefully...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/109419016599804447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/109419016599804447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2004_08_29_archive.html#109419016599804447' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-109358126250668995</id><published>2004-08-26T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T23:01:54.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well Blogger dot con just screwed me over again!  A lovely post written in joy has just be swallowed by cyberspace.  To repeat,The bus rack is done.  I drove it out of Jim's machine shop for the last time.  What a pleasure!  I think Jim was pretty relieved to see the thing gone as well; at 7 x 14 feet it takes up some space.  I took some odd pleasure in being mistaken for an employee while </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/109358126250668995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/109358126250668995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2004_08_22_archive.html#109358126250668995' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-109349024025638753</id><published>2004-08-25T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T20:17:20.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Progress!  Today I painted the completed roof rack for the bus.  Gawd I am so ready to move this thing out and get on with it.  Here's a picture from a couple weeks ago, during a test fit of the roof rack to the roof of the bus.  Its gonna be sweet...The guy on the roof is Jim, the fabu fabricator who's slowly but surely got the thing together.  Now if the paint will just keep the rust away (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/109349024025638753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/109349024025638753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2004_08_22_archive.html#109349024025638753' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-109210198508824283</id><published>2004-08-09T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T18:56:46.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Any doubt as to the presence of my sanity may now be put to rest. I'm out of my mind today after a "peace of mind" inspection of the bus at the local mechanic in Bellingham. The guys at Motor Weld changed the oil for me, replaced all 5 filters, installed a new temperature sensing unit, and tinkered with the electrical. All well and good, until on the return trip the temp sensor alarm again came </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/109210198508824283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/109210198508824283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2004_08_08_archive.html#109210198508824283' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-109003151305105293</id><published>2004-07-16T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T19:31:53.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yes I am back!  Its been a very long time indeed since the last posting but I find that I cannot wait another day to announce...that nothing is happening.  Or rather my roof rack guy at A&amp;B Machine in Bellingham continues to tell me that the thing will be done next week.  He's been promising to have it done and ready for me to paint since when, May?  I can't even remember.   Meanwhile Mark has </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/109003151305105293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/109003151305105293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2004_07_11_archive.html#109003151305105293' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-108810399270727875</id><published>2004-06-24T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T12:29:34.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Very enjoyable weekend in Seattle with the Fremont Solstice Parade, with the artcar of course.  Renewed some old acquaintences and made some new friends as well.  Artcar people are the best...Got back here and Avril, an artcar queen, met me with my cellphone which I'd forgotten in all the chaos of leaving.  Her children, Irie and Serenity, were absolutely charming, as was Avril.  She's Canadian</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/108810399270727875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/108810399270727875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2004_06_20_archive.html#108810399270727875' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-108745078745758096</id><published>2004-06-16T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T22:39:47.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last weekend was the combine demolition derby in Lind, WA.  Went over with Kelly and Diane, and Steve &amp; Crow and Marlow and her family.  Strange ritual farm equipment demolition complete with an audiance of friendly locals and white trash. Some excellent museum stops, including a hobo train recylcer in Moses Lake, a celebrity car museum (Elvis!) in Spokane, and the Robot Hut north of Spokane.  So</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/108745078745758096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/108745078745758096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2004_06_13_archive.html#108745078745758096' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-108615365717240907</id><published>2004-06-01T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T22:20:57.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hate the new format at Blogger dot com.  Used to be you could see your most recent post at the bottom of the page, but now only a blank page greets you after you log in.  So it goes.  Change without say rules my waking life.Today I wrote a note to an old suitor who knew how to ask but didn't have the timing down.  Then I wrote a note to last weekend's beauty who seemed a mental reflection </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/108615365717240907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/108615365717240907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2004_05_30_archive.html#108615365717240907' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-108553478910654897</id><published>2004-05-25T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T18:26:29.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yow...weirdness continues.  I called Sumas City Hall today just to be sure that the latest rescheduled pre-trial date (for Thursday the 27th) was indeed delayed as it should have been, since again we don't have lab results back yet from the State.  (My 6 pill sojourn into controlled substances continues.)  I'd stopped in at the lawyer's office on Monday to sign some more of the continuence </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/108553478910654897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/108553478910654897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2004_05_23_archive.html#108553478910654897' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311814.post-108529034670191045</id><published>2004-05-22T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-22T22:32:26.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Back again...A hard drive on my computer decided to die a week ago, so have spent some time transfering files etc to a working hard drive, glad I backed up most of my stuff.  The website anyway is fine, I think.Heard back from bus roof rack guy (Jim at A&amp;B in Bellingham) the other day.  He's got a familiar message:  Prices are rising, his material costs will increase approx 10-15% from previous</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/108529034670191045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311814/posts/default/108529034670191045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillonedge.blogspot.com/2004_05_16_archive.html#108529034670191045' title=''/><author><name>Whoretense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595567128830023427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
