<?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-19572282</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:00:20.994+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Misadventures of Disco Wookie</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurtsteeves.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572282/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurtsteeves.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14648897036051883464</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>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572282.post-115342451637161965</id><published>2006-07-20T20:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T20:41:56.386+01:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't want to post</title><content type='html'>so i won't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572282-115342451637161965?l=kurtsteeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurtsteeves.blogspot.com/feeds/115342451637161965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572282&amp;postID=115342451637161965' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572282/posts/default/115342451637161965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572282/posts/default/115342451637161965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurtsteeves.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-dont-want-to-post.html' title='i don&apos;t want to post'/><author><name>kurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14648897036051883464</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572282.post-115247191656251144</id><published>2006-07-09T19:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T20:05:16.576+01:00</updated><title type='text'>One more car in the canal</title><content type='html'>so as you can guess from the title, yes there was another car in the canal at the same spot. not today mind you but it was this week. hmmm. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so other things....my  Aussie friend Neikah(had to check my phone so i would spell it right) is finally going home. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BOO-ERNS TO THAT!&lt;/span&gt; but i can't make her stay. that just means that i have, yet another excuse to go to Australia. not like i really need one but that is beside the point. i wish her all the best and will miss her terribly. WAAAAAAAAAAHHH! *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sniff*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work was good. sat in a different office and got a ton of real work done. thought i was catching up...but no. ah well. Denise left work and i don't know what i will do without her. she was my girl. as i told her though, the universe will provide. she will be great! i just know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are going traveling again! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WOOT WOOT!&lt;/span&gt; we are heading to Cork this coming weekend. i can't wait! finally we are moving again &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; i get to kiss the Blarney Stone. how cool is that?! also in one of our more.....random moments we thought it would be fun to pick a place that Ryanair flies to and just go! can't wait for that! i think we decided to do Bristol so i can take the gang around my old haunts in Chepstow and the surrounding area. that will be next month. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EEEEEE!&lt;/span&gt; now &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; will be a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally. something that makes you go &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hmmmmm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singing in a language you make up is surprisingly entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much love and light to all the world. XO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572282-115247191656251144?l=kurtsteeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurtsteeves.blogspot.com/feeds/115247191656251144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572282&amp;postID=115247191656251144' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572282/posts/default/115247191656251144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572282/posts/default/115247191656251144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurtsteeves.blogspot.com/2006/07/one-more-car-in-canal.html' title='One more car in the canal'/><author><name>kurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14648897036051883464</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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572282.post-115204680115031019</id><published>2006-07-04T21:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T22:00:01.163+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My Day So Far</title><content type='html'>well it's been a regular day really. some new things though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got a new four -in-one  machine for the office i work in. it copies, faxes, prints and scans. it's sweet but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;huge&lt;/span&gt;! it's like the Enterprise. i mean it blocks out the sun for god's sake! but whatever. it's next to Eamonn's desk so he can deal with the sounds of Darth Vader and Robocop in his ear while he is on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way home on the tram some lady got her baby carriage almost caught in the doors as the driver was not paying attention and began to close the doors. now i was right there so i caught the doors but was surprised that she nor her mother were fast enough to catch them themselves. i mean i have watched my mother(who's age will not be mentioned out of respect....and fear. she may be short but can still kick my ass.)catch a cup knocked off the table top, four inches off the ground! i thought those kind of reflexes came with motherhood. whatever. the lady did have a grand time "eating the face off"(new term meaning to yell at) the tram driver. i'm sure that made her feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND NOW FOR THE RECORD:&lt;/span&gt; Chris had thrown three, count 'em &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;three!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; knives at me!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's the deal with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so something a pod would do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572282-115204680115031019?l=kurtsteeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurtsteeves.blogspot.com/feeds/115204680115031019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572282&amp;postID=115204680115031019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572282/posts/default/115204680115031019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572282/posts/default/115204680115031019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurtsteeves.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-day-so-far.html' title='My Day So Far'/><author><name>kurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14648897036051883464</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572282.post-115194664019289629</id><published>2006-07-03T18:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T18:10:40.206+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I totally forgot!</title><content type='html'>i totally forgot that on sat. pm. i was heading into town and saw, not one but two cars in the canal that runs along the LUAS(tram) line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one car which happened to be on fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love this country. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572282-115194664019289629?l=kurtsteeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurtsteeves.blogspot.com/feeds/115194664019289629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572282&amp;postID=115194664019289629' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572282/posts/default/115194664019289629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572282/posts/default/115194664019289629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurtsteeves.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-totally-forgot.html' title='I totally forgot!'/><author><name>kurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14648897036051883464</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572282.post-115187624895598405</id><published>2006-07-02T22:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T22:37:28.970+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Canada Day for Everyone!</title><content type='html'>so happy Canada Day everybody! i know this is late but it's the thought that counts(or so i hear).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work this week was, all at once, boring and busy. i was just in one of those moods where everything, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; bores me. oh well. it passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weather was really nice this weekend. today it was really still. i mean Ireland is an island so it should be windy but no and we live in the foot hills of the Wicklow moutains. it's like the same air was on the green by the house all week. ewww. cool tonight though. refreshing. calming. a balm to my thoughts. nice. calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met some friends on sat. pm. was great. had a blast. not so fun gettting a taxi home. correction...trying to get a taxi home. it took like two hours. i swear it's the same five cabs driving around and around. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; picking anyone up! oh well. got to see the sun rise and still got to bed by five am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually saw some people i know while i was out. weird. it's like i live here or something. two separate people. two separate people i know from two different places. strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am ready to change. i think i need it. something....new. it's strange though. i am torn between going back to where i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; want to be and where i want to go. it's like i am nowhere but have to option to be everywhere. what to do, what to do. hmmmmm. i just have to follow myself and let myself be led.....by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sounds like fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572282-115187624895598405?l=kurtsteeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurtsteeves.blogspot.com/feeds/115187624895598405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572282&amp;postID=115187624895598405' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572282/posts/default/115187624895598405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572282/posts/default/115187624895598405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurtsteeves.blogspot.com/2006/07/canada-day-for-everyone.html' title='Canada Day for Everyone!'/><author><name>kurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14648897036051883464</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572282.post-115151607471030212</id><published>2006-06-28T18:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T18:34:34.736+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I have to post cause my stupid sister said so...</title><content type='html'>she isn't reallt stupid...but she can be a bit og a dough-head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;RANDOM TIME!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see....went to Canada. was great. got to see(almost) everyone. was awsome. really gave me some things to think about being so far away. got home and was lonley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saterday i spent walking around with chris(roomie), marc(kiwi) and nava(new friend who i totally have a friend-crush on. she is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so cool!&lt;/span&gt;) ate a burger. watched a movie. listened to live(good) irish music. tried strawberry beer. salsa danced for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for sunday i got volun-told(it's like volunteering but someone else tells you you are doing it) for a "Lark in the Park" kids fun day. was cool. some kids were not. kelly almost got run over by some guy on his horse. got a sunburn. naped. ate some great salad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wore a paper envolope on my head at work today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i read this somewhere and loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" i don't suffer from insanity, i enjoy every minute of it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572282-115151607471030212?l=kurtsteeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurtsteeves.blogspot.com/feeds/115151607471030212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572282&amp;postID=115151607471030212' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572282/posts/default/115151607471030212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572282/posts/default/115151607471030212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurtsteeves.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-have-to-post-cause-my-stupid-sister.html' title='I &lt;i&gt;have&lt;/i&gt; to post cause my stupid sister said so...'/><author><name>kurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14648897036051883464</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572282.post-114872603524403005</id><published>2006-05-27T11:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T11:33:55.270+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hokay  soh</title><content type='html'>i just finished eating some delicious fruit salad with the team and our fourth(fifth?) leg. (marc the kiwi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i am sure you have read from the other team members blogs we have had the house guest from hell! not only was she so self absorbed to border on socio-pathy, she was one of the most vacuous people i have ever had the displeasure of meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she comes into our home and in less than twenty four hours &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blows our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;world wide open!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; she is our antithesis. our omega to our alpha. anti-matter to our matter. hyde to our jekyll. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a pain to our ass&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;but that's all done now. she has moved on and we can only hope to  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never hear from her again!&lt;/span&gt; to say anymore about this experience here would just be verbal masturbation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whewww!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572282-114872603524403005?l=kurtsteeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurtsteeves.blogspot.com/feeds/114872603524403005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572282&amp;postID=114872603524403005' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572282/posts/default/114872603524403005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572282/posts/default/114872603524403005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurtsteeves.blogspot.com/2006/05/hokay-soh.html' title='Hokay  soh'/><author><name>kurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14648897036051883464</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572282.post-114650015826921057</id><published>2006-05-01T17:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T17:15:58.293+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Well Now</title><content type='html'>so here i am again. i have been thinking. i need to stop waiting for something to happen that i think is worthy of my blog and find things to make worthy. it's all my life right? so what the hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on friday, for work, we headed to the Kill, Kildare; FAS  Plant Training Site. it was so that the admin. people could get a feel for what it was exactly we were working for. it was very cool. we got to see the machinery in action and some of the gals even got to drive some of the items. it was so cool to see some of the gals in a ten ton articulated dumper, hi-vis jacket, hard helmet and all! quite the sight, i can tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the items were the 360 excavator, 180 excavator, site dumper, articulated dumper,and the mini digger. we were to go up in the crane too but the man who was trained for that was unavailable. oh well. i missed out on the heights but we will go back some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there it is. one of the cooler days in ireland and i got paid cause it was for work. go figure. i love this country.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572282-114650015826921057?l=kurtsteeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurtsteeves.blogspot.com/feeds/114650015826921057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572282&amp;postID=114650015826921057' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572282/posts/default/114650015826921057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572282/posts/default/114650015826921057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurtsteeves.blogspot.com/2006/05/well-now.html' title='Well Now'/><author><name>kurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14648897036051883464</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572282.post-114555606227083571</id><published>2006-04-20T17:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T19:01:02.346+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I know, i know!</title><content type='html'>it's been forever but there are times when life doesn't seem like much to write about. well that time is over. so here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my last trip around the country was to Galway and the Aran  Islands. it was just beautiful. Galway city was a lot like home. clean, organized and had that friendly feel about it. it was Team Tripod(kelly, chris, kurt) as well as stephanie(newfie) and our new kiwi friend Marc(who we met in Kilarney). we got a great deal on the hostel and it happened to be one of the nicest hostels we have ever stayed in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the main point of the trip was to see the Aran Islands. they are famous for their sweaters. (in my family they are called 'mummy sweater' as all the kids have one. thanks mum!) the islands are also mostly irish speaking and that was quite the experience in itself.the main island was the one we visited and is called Inis Mor. the weather made the crossing...interesting. the water was smooth till we got about half way across. then i'm not sure what happened but the water began to get really choppy. kelly, marc, and i all decided to head out on the deck and boy was that fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the island itself is only about 7 miles long and 4 wide so it's not hard to walk most of it. we walked but the hill through town and headed to an old lighthouse that the english built(too far inland. haha) we also found a hill fort that was approx. 2,000 years old! it was something else. we had lunch at the old lighthouse and just hung out. it got really windy and super rainy....but only for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weather cleared but a bit but was still really grey. we decided to flag down a local tour van and got a lift to Dun Aonghasa, the 3,000 year old ring fort situated on an ocean cliff. the place was simple spectacular. it's on top of quite a hill and as the gang walked up the grey sky cleared off and the sunlight shone in as if welcoming us in. the grounds just inside the outer walls were all a soft carpet of grass thinly covering a layer of broken-up stone. the view was.......awsome. the waves booming under us and the sun shining above. the place cleared out soon after we got there, again like a gift of solitude for us alone. the sense of peace and belonging that only comes from a place filled with humanity for millennia, washed over us all. it's so profound that it can't be full described....only felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the rest of the trip was full of our usual craziness. we ate at a great italian restaurant, had some great fish &amp;amp; chips, were old people at the pub and only stayed for one drink then when home before 11. we walked around galway city, looked at the sights, and swans( he! i love schwansch!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that was galway. great time again. it never fails to lift my spirits and just re-energize me. it's...just....so .....great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so other than that it's been slow. i confirmed that i have a steady job till i leave in september. so that gives me piece of mind and a financial plan. matthew comes to visit in 23 days so that will be great! EEEEEE! and yesterday i spent my day at work answering phones, keying in applicants and randomly reading out Chuck Norris facts! i have never laughed so hard at work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too sweet! i love my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572282-114555606227083571?l=kurtsteeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurtsteeves.blogspot.com/feeds/114555606227083571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572282&amp;postID=114555606227083571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572282/posts/default/114555606227083571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572282/posts/default/114555606227083571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurtsteeves.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-know-i-know.html' title='I know, i know!'/><author><name>kurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14648897036051883464</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572282.post-114167182071409920</id><published>2006-03-06T18:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-06T19:03:40.813Z</updated><title type='text'>Let me tell you!</title><content type='html'>about my great weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all (chris, kelly, stephanie and i) went to Killarney in the south west of ireland. i have to say, it's one of the most beautiful places. all in all, the weekend could not have been any better. great....no...perfect weather. great people. an all around great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on friday chris, steph and i all met up at the train station and headed to killarney. kel had headed down that morning. train was fun but not a lot to see as it was dark. we got there and met up with kel at the hostel(called Neptunes for those of you who would be looking.) there we met her new friend Marc, a kiwi. great guy with a warped sense of humor. we got on immediatly. so we headed out to a pub with a really good live band and had a few drinks( i think it was really just one but who's counting). we were meant to meet marc but we were all tired and bailed. then....sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saterday was better still. woke up fairly early to be on the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ring of Kerry tour&lt;/span&gt;. some would say that bus tours are for old people and yanks but i would now disagree. the tour was absoulutly breathtaking(taking to where one might ask? i...don't...know) i can't even begin to describe to views and scenery...so i wont! i will just get the two other stooges to help me get some photos online. the weather was better than good. it was perfect. not once, not twice but thrice did a rainbow appear right when we stopped for photos. just amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry i'm siting here shaking my head at the memory of it. wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after we got back to the hostel we ended up bonding with some germans over cooking. which is usualy how we end up meeting people in hostels. we met them later on for cards and ended up drinking, learning germans drinking culture and gereally having a blast! we owed kiwi marc a drink so we drank in the hostel till 1130(or half eleven here) and then went to a pub for more. we closed that place and then headed to a club. now keep in mind that it's kelly and i, both in bandanas and not looking very presentable, two germans, who are already in the bag, stephanie, a newfie who can really hold her drink, and marc, a kiwi with two drinks in him. so at the club we all...well.....get more drinks.....and then head to the dance floor. talk about a fun time. what a great romp. (we closed down that bar too. oops!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday rolled around and my head pounding(i didn't complain as it was all my own doing. go me) and somehow we convinded the very drunk germans to come horse-back riding with us. needless to say when the time rolled around.....&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;they were still game!&lt;/span&gt; i was stunned but okay. so we went. again weather was great. nice horses and nicer scenary. i had a great time. kelly got the demon horses but i thought that was just funny. tee hee. it surprizing how much work it takes to not use your own legs. i mean the horses does all the work, right? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WRONG!&lt;/span&gt; hard work! really. so after the horses we decided to head home. nice trian ridea s it was light and the sights were realy great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there ends our great weekend. this weekend was one of the best in memory. this weekend was the reason i am living. here. now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just feels right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572282-114167182071409920?l=kurtsteeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurtsteeves.blogspot.com/feeds/114167182071409920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572282&amp;postID=114167182071409920' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572282/posts/default/114167182071409920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572282/posts/default/114167182071409920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurtsteeves.blogspot.com/2006/03/let-me-tell-you.html' title='Let me tell you!'/><author><name>kurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14648897036051883464</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572282.post-114098365347472618</id><published>2006-02-26T19:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-26T19:54:13.496Z</updated><title type='text'>About time!</title><content type='html'>so here i am again. still alive and still living. i figured that enough has happened that was worth writing about so here i am again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i got a job(as most of you might know). i work for the government. it's decent money and steady hours. it's easy enough and i enoy the people i work with. it fits my life just right, for now at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matthew just went home from visiting me. it was great to have him so close. it was nice to get a real hug...among other things. i think it helped for both of us to reconnect. it was also good for him to see how i live and where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was a riot in dublin yesterday. apparently there was a march but it degenerated into a political/anarchistic riot. cars were burned, garda hurt, shops closed or vandalized. it was a very strange atmosphere. there was a hush like the calm before the storm. luckly matthew and i were not in the thick of it. we just walked around it and did some shopping at the other end of town. strange but was not really a big deal.....for us that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got my tongue pierced. it was so easy. like kebabing a piece of steak. i just stuck out my tongue and there was a needle through it. totally painless. really. just uncomfortable for a bit, that's all. my speach was a bit messed up but was fine after about three days. eating was hard but only because my tongue was tired. imagine one of your muscles tired and just wanting to relax. well that was my tongue. hard to do. oh well. it's fine now and in another two weeks i get my final short barbell put in. i will look into getting a nice plastic one to not hurt my teeth so don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, not sure what else to put down so i will sign off for now. i will make an effort to keep you all up to date more often. i will not promise but i will try. talk later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love and light to all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572282-114098365347472618?l=kurtsteeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurtsteeves.blogspot.com/feeds/114098365347472618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572282&amp;postID=114098365347472618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572282/posts/default/114098365347472618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572282/posts/default/114098365347472618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurtsteeves.blogspot.com/2006/02/about-time.html' title='About time!'/><author><name>kurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14648897036051883464</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572282.post-113699797396358007</id><published>2006-01-11T16:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-11T16:46:13.973Z</updated><title type='text'>light</title><content type='html'>so glad to have kelly home. don't get me wrong, i was happy to see her leave but i feel more complete when she is around. we feed of each others energy and just jive together. she and i are now on the same page again. we need to see more of this country. we are missing something in our lives and we need to travel to find it. things have just gotten bright again. things really seem to be what they should be right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572282-113699797396358007?l=kurtsteeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurtsteeves.blogspot.com/feeds/113699797396358007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572282&amp;postID=113699797396358007' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572282/posts/default/113699797396358007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572282/posts/default/113699797396358007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurtsteeves.blogspot.com/2006/01/light.html' title='light'/><author><name>kurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14648897036051883464</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572282.post-113631558721298069</id><published>2006-01-03T19:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-03T19:13:07.233Z</updated><title type='text'>i hope this works</title><content type='html'>i have tried twice to post on my blog "the story so far" and have been unable to get the damn thing to post! well i hope this one goes. here it is "one more time!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got here. went to sleep. woke up and wondered around the village close by. went home and went to bed. landlord freaks out and yells at kelly for 15-20 minutes. pack up life and leave at midnight after calling the garda(cops). sleep on friend-of-a-friends floor. get hostel. live there for a few weeks and have the time of our lives! met a bunch of great people and had more fun being homeless and jobless than anyone have the right to be. get a single room in an apartment for a week. find flat outside of town and fall in love with it. landlord great, location fine. find work for christmas. loose work for after christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tonnes of othere things too. lets see......joined the Trinity College philosophical Society(oldest in the world), started going to the meeting of the Dublin/Canada Club, hiked by the sea in Howth......yad yad yad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well there it is! when i put it all down it really doesn't look like we've done much. we do stuff! i swear! I HAVE A LIFE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572282-113631558721298069?l=kurtsteeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurtsteeves.blogspot.com/feeds/113631558721298069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572282&amp;postID=113631558721298069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572282/posts/default/113631558721298069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572282/posts/default/113631558721298069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurtsteeves.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-hope-this-works.html' title='i hope this works'/><author><name>kurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14648897036051883464</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572282.post-113543050640497575</id><published>2005-12-24T13:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-24T13:21:46.413Z</updated><title type='text'>well....</title><content type='html'>it's strange. i had so may thing to write. i kept thinking "if only i had time to sit down and post that on my blog". but it don't, so i didn't. and now tha ti sit here, i can' t think of anything. not a thing. it's like the thoughts that inspire me flee at the thought of being expressed out in the open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are my thought argoraphobic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope not.&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572282-113543050640497575?l=kurtsteeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurtsteeves.blogspot.com/feeds/113543050640497575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572282&amp;postID=113543050640497575' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572282/posts/default/113543050640497575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572282/posts/default/113543050640497575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurtsteeves.blogspot.com/2005/12/well.html' title='well....'/><author><name>kurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14648897036051883464</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572282.post-113500861483500252</id><published>2005-12-19T16:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-19T16:10:14.836Z</updated><title type='text'>hummmmm?</title><content type='html'>i don't really know what ot post but i feel obligated to post something as i am on the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things are cool. i have the first of many midnight to 8 am shifts tonight(tommorow morning?)i should really head home to get some more sleep. i just figured out that if i don't i will have been up for like 24 hrs by the time i get home and to bed. i tried that once and it didn't go well. in fact i don't remember that day at all except for chuck asking me if i was okay at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chris was sick again this sun. we went to see king kong and i did some shopping and we hit the net. it's weird that two sundays in a row chris has been violently ill. i hope i'm not poisoning him. kidding, kidding. i know i'm poisoning him.......kidding again. but seriously, i'm a bit worried. he's fine today so i hopw it lasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss people. i want to spend christmas eve wrapping presents with craig and drinking wine. i want to be at kaitlin's house for christmas dinner and play 'trivial persuit'(PINK ME!!!!) i want to listen to 'boney m's' christmas music and drive around looking at christmas lights.i want a shit load of pancakes and porkchops and baked beans and pie......TEN KINDS OF PIE! i want everyone i love and cherish to be with me as i am with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i loveyou all and will be as close to you as ever over the holidays. i hope you can all feel me with you. i can feel you with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572282-113500861483500252?l=kurtsteeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurtsteeves.blogspot.com/feeds/113500861483500252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572282&amp;postID=113500861483500252' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572282/posts/default/113500861483500252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572282/posts/default/113500861483500252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurtsteeves.blogspot.com/2005/12/hummmmm.html' title='hummmmm?'/><author><name>kurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14648897036051883464</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572282.post-113492345027156145</id><published>2005-12-18T16:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-18T16:30:50.276Z</updated><title type='text'>lets see.....</title><content type='html'>i've had some revelations about my blog. this is my space and i need to stop censoring myself. so from now on i'm going to write what the fuck i want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the biggest things i learned while on this litte adventure is that i am suddenly an adult. i know i have been for years really but this is different. i have the opportunity now to relate to the world how i see fit. i can now choose how to live my life, in all respects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is how i choose. i treat(or try to to the best of my ability. i have no illusions about being perfect) every person i meet as a human being. first and foremost. and so i choose to be treated like a human being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sounds easy right? think again. humanity has spent so mush time de-humanizing most of our lives that it is rare for anyone to really even see antone they don't personally know as a person. we put employees in uniforms and make sure they look like everyone else. we got on the bus and don't look at one another. we walk down the street and bump into one another. we may say sorry but we very rearly are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sidebar; the irish say sorry for everything! it's really annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right so back to my point. i will not stand to be treated as anything other than human. i treat everyone with great respect and expect the same in return. so far it's been cool. i like it. this is how i will relate to the world for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572282-113492345027156145?l=kurtsteeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurtsteeves.blogspot.com/feeds/113492345027156145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572282&amp;postID=113492345027156145' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572282/posts/default/113492345027156145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572282/posts/default/113492345027156145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurtsteeves.blogspot.com/2005/12/lets-see.html' title='lets see.....'/><author><name>kurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14648897036051883464</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572282.post-113458389089572937</id><published>2005-12-14T17:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-14T18:11:30.906Z</updated><title type='text'>OH....MY...GAHH!</title><content type='html'>i can't believe it still works. i know i shouldn't be so surprised but when you're use to something not working and then it works without fail i kind of have a hard time trusting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well about christmas here. lets make a list shall we? no eggnog(chris is crushed), no snow(the closest i get to snow is the frost on the greens and that is gone but noon), some of the most annoying christmas carols in the world.(some of which remind me of my sister amy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not all bad. the stooges and i have met some really great people and so chris and i have tons of places to go. we are trying to have a day where we do nothing but watch the whole trilogy of lord of the rings extended version. (speaking of which i have to look into renting....hummmm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work is cool. i'm going out for drinks with some of them on sat. night. the pub is close to work and i will have enought time to get home and change after work. it should be fun. most of the people i know from work are really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm hungry and my phone is out of credit. i wanted to go shop for a winter coat(i know. but i have to break down and buy one. it's too freaking cold here. stupid damp!) and still have time to go say hi to the cutie shop clerk who helped me earlier! he seemed nice. nice gays are hard to come by in this city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i don't talk to any one before christmas.HAVE A GREAT ONE EVERYBODY!!!!!! i have plans to call home some time on the three days i have off for christmas.(christmas eve, christmas day and st. stephen's day aka boxing day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;latter gator&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572282-113458389089572937?l=kurtsteeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurtsteeves.blogspot.com/feeds/113458389089572937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572282&amp;postID=113458389089572937' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572282/posts/default/113458389089572937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572282/posts/default/113458389089572937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurtsteeves.blogspot.com/2005/12/ohmygahh.html' title='OH....MY...GAHH!'/><author><name>kurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14648897036051883464</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572282.post-113448321549819905</id><published>2005-12-13T14:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-13T14:13:35.503Z</updated><title type='text'>it's alive!</title><content type='html'>i can't believe it works. cool! well now that i have it working i have nothing to write. i have to get going to work now but i just want to let everyone know that i will miss them all for the holidays. right.....well...got to go but i will try to update again tommorow....fingers crossed..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572282-113448321549819905?l=kurtsteeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurtsteeves.blogspot.com/feeds/113448321549819905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572282&amp;postID=113448321549819905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572282/posts/default/113448321549819905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572282/posts/default/113448321549819905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurtsteeves.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-alive.html' title='it&apos;s alive!'/><author><name>kurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14648897036051883464</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572282.post-113372285674880660</id><published>2005-12-04T19:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-04T19:00:56.756Z</updated><title type='text'>Fatal attraction...er...error</title><content type='html'>Monday, November 14, 2005first time for everything.&lt;br /&gt;first post on my new blog.&lt;br /&gt;for anyone who knows me i think they will find the name strangly fitting. i may change it in time. who knows what changes will be wrought of my life? to be corney, "the only constant in life is change"&lt;br /&gt;i'm still new at this so i hope to get some much needed help from those around me, with their practical knownledge.&lt;br /&gt;i just found the bold button! go me, i rock! now lets try the italics. no i can't get it to work. i'll play around some more later.&lt;br /&gt;posted by kurt @ Monday, November 14, 2005  8 comments&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572282-113372285674880660?l=kurtsteeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurtsteeves.blogspot.com/feeds/113372285674880660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572282&amp;postID=113372285674880660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572282/posts/default/113372285674880660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572282/posts/default/113372285674880660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurtsteeves.blogspot.com/2005/12/fatal-attractionererror.html' title='Fatal attraction...er...error'/><author><name>kurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14648897036051883464</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
