<?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-5351537057565888389</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:15:27.569+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Kotalicious</title><subtitle type='html'>The liciousness of Kota</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kotalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5351537057565888389/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kotalicious.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dakota Blackmountain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17167708096330216637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0JUBQhuDb8A/SKfarQ8PdvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/hQldbIfV7Rk/S220/Kota+Face+B%26W.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5351537057565888389.post-1122788219327138363</id><published>2009-03-01T19:21:00.031Z</published><updated>2009-03-01T20:07:46.305Z</updated><title type='text'>Creamy Mushrom Stroganoff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've seen lot's of people doing recipe blogs recently, so I decided to do my own. Tonight I made Creamy Mushroom Stroganoff for me and Tene. The recipe is supposed to feed 4, but I think you'd need a lot of rice for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0JUBQhuDb8A/Sari33gIDlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/gIJWDo_VEXs/s1600-h/1+%5B800x600%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 184px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0JUBQhuDb8A/Sari33gIDlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/gIJWDo_VEXs/s320/1+%5B800x600%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308304560228929106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3 garlic cloves&lt;br /&gt;8 spring onions&lt;br /&gt;1 red pepper&lt;br /&gt;1 yellow pepper&lt;br /&gt;250g shittake mushrooms&lt;br /&gt;125g button mushrooms&lt;br /&gt;125g chestnut mushrooms&lt;br /&gt;Large handful of chives&lt;br /&gt;Tarragon (I used dried stuff!)&lt;br /&gt;400g can chopped tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp smoked paprika&lt;br /&gt;150ml stock made with chicken Bovril&lt;br /&gt;Salt and Pepper&lt;br /&gt;200g very low-fat natural fromage frais&lt;br /&gt;Boiled rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0JUBQhuDb8A/SarptrHwcxI/AAAAAAAAACo/b9uA0NIa0O0/s1600-h/2+%5B800x600%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0JUBQhuDb8A/SarptrHwcxI/AAAAAAAAACo/b9uA0NIa0O0/s320/2+%5B800x600%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308312081688195858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1) Peel and crush/chop the garlic cloves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0JUBQhuDb8A/SarqDMuEyjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ELDbqnVdUXc/s1600-h/4+%5B800x600%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0JUBQhuDb8A/SarqDMuEyjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ELDbqnVdUXc/s320/4+%5B800x600%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308312451484535346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2) Chop the spring onions into 2.5cm pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0JUBQhuDb8A/SarqDbBg1VI/AAAAAAAAADA/6uYL5CSxZ1g/s1600-h/5+%5B800x600%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0JUBQhuDb8A/SarqDbBg1VI/AAAAAAAAADA/6uYL5CSxZ1g/s320/5+%5B800x600%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308312455324161362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3) Deseed and cut the peppers into bite-sized pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0JUBQhuDb8A/SarqC7R1-0I/AAAAAAAAACw/rItyFiaBXMc/s1600-h/3+%5B800x600%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0JUBQhuDb8A/SarqC7R1-0I/AAAAAAAAACw/rItyFiaBXMc/s320/3+%5B800x600%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308312446802721602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0JUBQhuDb8A/SarqECcbgaI/AAAAAAAAADI/sWuSv_qMEFY/s1600-h/6+%5B800x600%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 277px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0JUBQhuDb8A/SarqECcbgaI/AAAAAAAAADI/sWuSv_qMEFY/s320/6+%5B800x600%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308312465906041250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4) Chop the mushrooms (Halve the button ones and quarter the others).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0JUBQhuDb8A/SarqdczgS-I/AAAAAAAAADY/mXnR8X5hdpE/s1600-h/8+%5B800x600%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0JUBQhuDb8A/SarqdczgS-I/AAAAAAAAADY/mXnR8X5hdpE/s320/8+%5B800x600%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308312902478875618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5) Finely chop the chives (and tarragon is using fresh stuff).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0JUBQhuDb8A/SarqER7MWYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/1rED0A9xEjE/s1600-h/7+%5B800x600%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0JUBQhuDb8A/SarqER7MWYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/1rED0A9xEjE/s320/7+%5B800x600%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308312470061603202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6) Heat a large pan or pot and add the garlic, spring onions, peppers, mushrooms, herbs, tomatoes, paprika and stock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7) Season well and bring to the boil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0JUBQhuDb8A/SarqdqjI_rI/AAAAAAAAADg/ex8jaecwtu8/s1600-h/10+%5B800x600%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0JUBQhuDb8A/SarqdqjI_rI/AAAAAAAAADg/ex8jaecwtu8/s320/10+%5B800x600%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308312906168336050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Reduce the heat to medium, cover and cook for 20 minutes, stirring occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Make rice as instructed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Remove the stroganoff from the heat and stir in the fromage frais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Serve with the boiled rice and garnish as desired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0JUBQhuDb8A/SarqeNDK4PI/AAAAAAAAADo/R8QaFge1STs/s1600-h/11+%5B800x600%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0JUBQhuDb8A/SarqeNDK4PI/AAAAAAAAADo/R8QaFge1STs/s320/11+%5B800x600%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308312915429482738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5351537057565888389-1122788219327138363?l=kotalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kotalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1122788219327138363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5351537057565888389&amp;postID=1122788219327138363' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5351537057565888389/posts/default/1122788219327138363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5351537057565888389/posts/default/1122788219327138363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kotalicious.blogspot.com/2009/03/creamy-mushrom-stroganoff.html' title='Creamy Mushrom Stroganoff'/><author><name>Dakota Blackmountain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17167708096330216637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0JUBQhuDb8A/SKfarQ8PdvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/hQldbIfV7Rk/S220/Kota+Face+B%26W.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0JUBQhuDb8A/Sari33gIDlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/gIJWDo_VEXs/s72-c/1+%5B800x600%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5351537057565888389.post-7274955080242115705</id><published>2008-09-04T12:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T12:10:16.980+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lovers</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot/catpeople/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are The Lovers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;Motive, power, and action, arising from Inspiration and Impulse.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;The Lovers represents intuition and inspiration. Very often a choice needs to be made.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;Originally, this card was called just LOVE. And that's actually more apt than &amp;quot;Lovers.&amp;quot; Love follows in this sequence of growth and maturity. And, coming after the Emperor, who is about control, it is a radical change in perspective. LOVE is a force that makes you choose and decide for reasons you often can't understand; it makes you surrender control to a higher power. And that is what this card is all about. Finding something or someone who is so much a part of yourself, so perfectly attuned to you and you to them, that you cannot, dare not resist. This card indicates that the you have or will come across a person, career, challenge or thing that you will fall in love with. You will know instinctively that you must have this, even if it means diverging from your chosen path. No matter the difficulties, without it you will never be complete.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Tarot Card are You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot"&gt;Take the Test to Find Out.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5351537057565888389-7274955080242115705?l=kotalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kotalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/7274955080242115705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5351537057565888389&amp;postID=7274955080242115705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5351537057565888389/posts/default/7274955080242115705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5351537057565888389/posts/default/7274955080242115705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kotalicious.blogspot.com/2008/09/lovers.html' title='The Lovers'/><author><name>Dakota Blackmountain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17167708096330216637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0JUBQhuDb8A/SKfarQ8PdvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/hQldbIfV7Rk/S220/Kota+Face+B%26W.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5351537057565888389.post-1092525383288470793</id><published>2008-08-14T08:22:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T08:25:51.326+01:00</updated><title type='text'>New Skin</title><content type='html'>I've been wondering recently why my nose looks odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just doesn't seem to look as good as others that I have seen - it's blurry and oddly mis-shapen. I found out why last night: i have a strange skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lovely Laura Leandros sprang to my rescue and I am now the proud owner of brand spanking shiny new skin :D and I &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3184/2760248375_940597e304.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3184/2760248375_940597e304.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More photos will no doubt follow soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5351537057565888389-1092525383288470793?l=kotalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kotalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1092525383288470793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5351537057565888389&amp;postID=1092525383288470793' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5351537057565888389/posts/default/1092525383288470793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5351537057565888389/posts/default/1092525383288470793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kotalicious.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-skin.html' title='New Skin'/><author><name>Dakota Blackmountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rZT1qUH341w/SEqB7hL66bI/AAAAAAAAACA/L9ErYoI9AN8/S220/Me+close+up+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5351537057565888389.post-8901247516652175970</id><published>2008-08-11T21:57:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T22:00:01.843+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What Be Your Nerd Type?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width: 320px; border: 1px solid gray; font: normal 12px arial, verdana, sans-serif; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="background: white; color: black; padding: 5px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font: bold 20px 'Times New Roman', serif; display: block; margin-bottom: 8px;"&gt;What Be Your Nerd Type?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 4px;"&gt;Your Result: &lt;b&gt;Science/Math Nerd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width: 200px; background: white; border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 79%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 10px; border: none; background: white; color: black;"&gt;(Absolute Insane Laughter as you pour toxic chemicals into a foaming tub of death!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe you aren't this extreme, but you're in league with the crazy scientists/mathmeticians of today. Very few people have the talent of math and science is something takes a lot of brains as well. Thank whosever God you worship, or don't worship, so thank no deity whatsoever in your case, for you people! Most of us would have died off without your help. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Musician&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 66%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Gamer/Computer Nerd&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 62%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Social Nerd&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 42%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Literature Nerd&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 37%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Drama Nerd&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 6%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Anime Nerd&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 3%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Artistic Nerd&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 0%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="text-align: center; padding: 8px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/what_be_your_nerd_type"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Be Your Nerd Type?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/"&gt;Quizzes for MySpace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5351537057565888389-8901247516652175970?l=kotalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kotalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/8901247516652175970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5351537057565888389&amp;postID=8901247516652175970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5351537057565888389/posts/default/8901247516652175970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5351537057565888389/posts/default/8901247516652175970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kotalicious.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-be-your-nerd-type_11.html' title='What Be Your Nerd Type?'/><author><name>Dakota Blackmountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rZT1qUH341w/SEqB7hL66bI/AAAAAAAAACA/L9ErYoI9AN8/S220/Me+close+up+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5351537057565888389.post-708492602166824340</id><published>2008-08-05T19:58:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T20:16:33.043+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Live Like You Were Dying</title><content type='html'>Recently I’ve been thinking about my life. Well, to be exact, I’ve been thinking of my lives. Both of them. First and Second. Lot’s of things have been happening in and around them that have both initiated and then fueled this period of self-examination. People have been talking about big changes to their First Life: going back to work, kids taking their first steps, big major life changing events that have a huge emotional impact on the person. Similarly, people have been talking about quitting their Second Life, or taking a long term break from it. Some have been getting married in it, or deciding that their partner isn’t really the one for them and have been splitting up. Again, huge, Second Life changing events…. Same huge emotional impact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I’m, a bit of a stick in the mud, but these things are quite scary! To me it’s a big deal to give up something that has been a major part of your life for so long and similarly to commit yourself completely and utterly (well, as completely and utterly as you can in Second Life) to one person. It isn’t something you can just suddenly wake up one morning and “do”. You have to think about it. Consider the options. Evaluate potential outcomes. Break it all done into teensy ickle pieces and then obsess about them like some sort of deranged psychopath. Each and every negative must be prevented, whether it be by building emotional barriers or by simply kicking them to pieces. Literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this just me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone else do this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you make a snap decision and know with 100% of yourself that you’ve made the right one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when it’s something I know that I want, I still have to know every single tiny thing that’s associated to it and how it could possibly impact in the larger scheme of things before I can actually make the commitment to do it. I may not be the most emotionally stable person out there, but I think I am reasonable sane. I know right from wrong and I usually know when I’m being rational and when I’m not. But this is different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you make these big, life-changing decisions? Do you follow your heart and throw all worries to the wind? Do you write all the options on bits of paper and pick one out a hat? Are you like me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve reached a conclusion. It doesn’t tell me what to do. Doesn’t quell my fears or relieve my stresses. It doesn’t make my choices any easier or cushion any nasty side effects, but it does give me a great big shove in the right direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gran used to say “you’re a long time dead” (well, to be honest it was more like “yir a lang time deid, hen, a laaaaang time deid” but you get the idea). So when I heard this song the other day, it struck a chord. A big, huge, shiny yellow one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XiOcW_YR1G8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XiOcW_YR1G8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tim McGraw - "Live Like You Were Dying"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said I was in my early forties, with a lot of life before me&lt;br /&gt;And one moment came that stopped me on a dime&lt;br /&gt;I spent most of the next days, looking at the x-rays&lt;br /&gt;Talking bout' the options and talking bout' sweet times.&lt;br /&gt;I asked him when it sank in, that this might really be the real end&lt;br /&gt;How's it hit 'cha when you get that kind of news?&lt;br /&gt;Man what did ya do?&lt;br /&gt;He said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went skydiving&lt;br /&gt;I went rocky mountain climbing&lt;br /&gt;I went two point seven seconds on a bull named Fu Man Chu&lt;br /&gt;And I loved deeper&lt;br /&gt;And I spoke sweeter&lt;br /&gt;And I gave forgiveness I'd been denyin'&lt;br /&gt;And he said some day I hope you get the chance&lt;br /&gt;To live like you were dyin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said I was finally the husband, that most the time I wasn't&lt;br /&gt;And I became a friend, a friend would like to have&lt;br /&gt;And all of a sudden goin' fishin, wasn't such an imposition&lt;br /&gt;And I went three times that year I lost my dad&lt;br /&gt;Well I finally read the good book, and I took a good long hard look&lt;br /&gt;At what I'd do if I could do it all again&lt;br /&gt;And then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went skydiving&lt;br /&gt;I went rocky mountain climbing&lt;br /&gt;I went two point seven seconds on a bull named Fu Man Shu&lt;br /&gt;And I loved deeper&lt;br /&gt;And I spoke sweeter&lt;br /&gt;And I gave forgiveness I'd been denyin'&lt;br /&gt;And he said some day I hope you get the chance&lt;br /&gt;To live like you were dyin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like tomorrow was the end&lt;br /&gt;And ya got eternity to think about what to do with it&lt;br /&gt;What should you do with it&lt;br /&gt;What can I do with it&lt;br /&gt;What would I do with it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went rocky mountain climbing&lt;br /&gt;I went two point seven seconds on a bull named Fu Man Chu&lt;br /&gt;And man I loved deeper&lt;br /&gt;And I spoke sweeter&lt;br /&gt;And I watched an eagle as it was flyin'&lt;br /&gt;And he said some day I hope you get the chance&lt;br /&gt;To live like you were dyin'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5351537057565888389-708492602166824340?l=kotalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kotalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/708492602166824340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5351537057565888389&amp;postID=708492602166824340' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5351537057565888389/posts/default/708492602166824340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5351537057565888389/posts/default/708492602166824340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kotalicious.blogspot.com/2008/08/live-like-you-were-dying.html' title='Live Like You Were Dying'/><author><name>Dakota Blackmountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rZT1qUH341w/SEqB7hL66bI/AAAAAAAAACA/L9ErYoI9AN8/S220/Me+close+up+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5351537057565888389.post-956255505262176349</id><published>2008-08-03T17:35:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T18:03:07.617+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Las Vegas Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3288/2728748778_8a912b6dd4.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3288/2728748778_8a912b6dd4.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night &lt;a href="http://www.teneverse.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tenebrous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and I went along to the latest of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Plurkers&lt;/span&gt; parties and as usual had a fantastic night. The venue was the home of the fabulous &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tiernan&lt;/span&gt; Serpentine and her slinky sidekick Kitty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Lalonde&lt;/span&gt; and the theme was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas. In the true style of the Nevada resort, Tie and Kitty had the neon up full and the dance poles slicked and ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3059/2728751062_ec47f8001a.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3059/2728751062_ec47f8001a.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3292/2727928869_0613871dcd.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3292/2727928869_0613871dcd.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With feathers ruffling and sequins shining, we shimmied and wiggled the hours away, listening to music supplied but the simply divine Jun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kuroda&lt;/span&gt; and later by my very own sexy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Tene&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3097/2728741116_9122aaa1b6.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3097/2728741116_9122aaa1b6.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the poles were worn down to nothing and the cocktails turned to pure liquor, we stumbled and swayed over to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;SLopoly&lt;/span&gt; table, where I proceeded to go around the board 4 times before managing to successfully buy a property. A big thanks to whoever it was that took pity on me and donated me some property... I was too busy drinking Malibu and singing along to see who it was....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3053/2727924977_fbc58ffb0f.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3053/2727924977_fbc58ffb0f.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3024/2728747430_f9e38f119e.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3024/2728747430_f9e38f119e.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we can honestly say that Johan won the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;SLopoly&lt;/span&gt;, since after a while he was the only one paying enough attention to know what was happening. Although the Yak and the Bear that were designated replacements for the absent (yet present in spirit) Willow Caldera and Osiris &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Pfalz&lt;/span&gt; seemed to be holding their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3214/2728749676_f956385729.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3214/2728749676_f956385729.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3094/2727908975_f80940522c.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3094/2727908975_f80940522c.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have no idea why there was a fish swimming under the table... or two dogs having a little too much fun beside us... and that cock... (get your mind out the gutter... I mean a cockerel!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3068/2728750880_9e3471d25d.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3068/2728750880_9e3471d25d.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then transferred over to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Tringo&lt;/span&gt; area where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Tene&lt;/span&gt; found a new love and I manged to win on a few occasions! Willow Caldera eventually arrived and for some reason so did a trash can.. which became the bottom of a rather cosy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Kota&lt;/span&gt; Sandwich.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Tene&lt;/span&gt; started playing old TV program themes and a round of Name That Show ensued.. I think I lost :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3273/2728751886_cd620d9d2a.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3273/2728751886_cd620d9d2a.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3196/2727926927_b5a8a74908.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3196/2727926927_b5a8a74908.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The evening was a great success and I'm sure we'll be repeating it again soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3170/2728752080_a9778e3cf4.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3170/2728752080_a9778e3cf4.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3077/2727915673_16242623e4.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3077/2727915673_16242623e4.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3145/2728755318_c61529c500.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3145/2728755318_c61529c500.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3177/2727928619_5478a87d0a.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3177/2727928619_5478a87d0a.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see the remainder of my photos &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/dakotab/sets/72157606503381074/"&gt;here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5351537057565888389-956255505262176349?l=kotalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kotalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/956255505262176349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5351537057565888389&amp;postID=956255505262176349' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5351537057565888389/posts/default/956255505262176349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5351537057565888389/posts/default/956255505262176349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kotalicious.blogspot.com/2008/08/las-vegas-party.html' title='Las Vegas Party'/><author><name>Dakota Blackmountain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17167708096330216637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0JUBQhuDb8A/SKfarQ8PdvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/hQldbIfV7Rk/S220/Kota+Face+B%26W.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5351537057565888389.post-2828536197623708665</id><published>2008-07-28T21:13:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T22:17:38.539+01:00</updated><title type='text'>SL Plurkers RL Meet-up</title><content type='html'>On Saturday night, Tenebrous and I ventured into big bad (and WAY too hot) London to meet up with some of our closest (both geographically and in a friendliness sense!) SL and Plurk friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZT1qUH341w/SI43WvNfVkI/AAAAAAAAADA/ieuCX7DkBWE/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZT1qUH341w/SI43WvNfVkI/AAAAAAAAADA/ieuCX7DkBWE/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228177081193420354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met up with Vint in Leicester Square, where she was being chatted up by two rather inebriated guys celebrating a stag night. When the stag decided to drop his jeans and show off his rather sparse women's underpants and garter, we decided it was enough time to get out of there and Tenebrous's timely pretend phone call and "oh, we have to go!" was a life-saver!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3046/2707946014_035e4d125f.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3046/2707946014_035e4d125f.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were joined a little while later by Willow, Johan and Oliver, who had been to see The Dark Knight (and they all recommend it!) earlier in the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3239/2707128183_d85a9eaa5d.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3239/2707128183_d85a9eaa5d.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3218/2707929904_51e00947f3.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3218/2707929904_51e00947f3.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed round to Hamburger Union (which believe it or not, sells hamburgers) where we were joined a little while later by Osiris and Danni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3189/2710103526_818f6bb8a6.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3189/2710103526_818f6bb8a6.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3005/2707911234_74af25357d.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3005/2707911234_74af25357d.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tucked into some HUGE hamburgers and fries while everyone got to know each other a bit better and trying to get Tux the Penguin drunk and high. Poor thing didn't know what hit him, but he certainly took a shine to Vint!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Johan was wedged in between a pillar and the table and was the victim of a rather unfortunate (yet extremely funny at the time) incident involving replacing his chair with a baby's high chair.... and the addition of an extra burger...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenebrous decided this was a good time to start handing out his bacon salt sample pots... I think his plan is to get everyone hooked on it (including Tux!) and then start charging...  I have already heard that Osiris has become fond of cheese on toast topped with bacon salt! And so it begins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3262/2707096573_2875be8276.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3262/2707096573_2875be8276.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the food was devoured, we headed round the corner to a pub (no idea what it was called.. I was too busy randomly chasing after a bin lorry....) where Johan did NOT get asked for ID despite the fact that Tenebrous (who is 13 years older than him) did! Scandalous! I was happy to show off my drivers license pic since it's actually quite flattering :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation and the drinks flowed and Tux set about impressing Vint, although she quite rightly commented afterwards on his lack of drink-buying. Take a hint penguin dude! Buy a girl a drink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3181/2707934450_05eed0ae7f.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3181/2707934450_05eed0ae7f.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit, I was pleasantly surprised buy how comfortable I felt around so many people I have never met. Within minutes of meeting people I felt totally at ease and probably talked WAY too much about absolutely nothing at all. Everyone was so nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I doubt I'm going to be able to attend the next meet-up due to conflicting dates, but I'll definitely try to make the one after that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click here to see &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tenebrosity/sets/72157606405465247/"&gt;Tene's photos&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vintfalken/sets/72157606401187626/"&gt;Vint's photos&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mattlocke/sets/72157606412883128/"&gt;Osiris's photos&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5351537057565888389-2828536197623708665?l=kotalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kotalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2828536197623708665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5351537057565888389&amp;postID=2828536197623708665' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5351537057565888389/posts/default/2828536197623708665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5351537057565888389/posts/default/2828536197623708665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kotalicious.blogspot.com/2008/07/sl-plurkers-rl-meet-up.html' title='SL Plurkers RL Meet-up'/><author><name>Dakota Blackmountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rZT1qUH341w/SEqB7hL66bI/AAAAAAAAACA/L9ErYoI9AN8/S220/Me+close+up+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZT1qUH341w/SI43WvNfVkI/AAAAAAAAADA/ieuCX7DkBWE/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5351537057565888389.post-1232836135454140344</id><published>2008-07-20T13:55:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T14:13:42.793+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctors and Nurses Party</title><content type='html'>Last night I attended a Doctors and Nurses party with &lt;a href="http://www.teneverse.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tenebrous&lt;/a&gt;. Originally it was supposed to be held at Rouge, in order to keep it alive in the absence of it's inspirational owner, Codebastard Redgrave. However some unforeseen issues led to a last minute change in venue, but true to form, my plurking friends turned up en masse to Nexeus Fatales' club "the high" in Skiddaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the high"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3255/2684531373_18e08388ea.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3255/2684531373_18e08388ea.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theme was Doctors and Nurses and as expected, there were some stunningly sexy nurses on call. Of course, my Tenebrous was the only Doctor I was examining (and may I say phoar!). The DJs for the evening, Nexeus himself and Amanda Shinji did a grand job of keeping us dancing and our charming host, Queen Coronet was on top form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ Nexes Fatale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3236/2684522779_682fe923d3.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3236/2684522779_682fe923d3.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Host Queen Coronet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3175/2685348168_9f62f987a1.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 352px; height: 402px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3175/2685348168_9f62f987a1.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first casualty of the evening was Kitty Lalonde, who at one point lay down for a quick nap and sunk halfway into the floor. However, the vast array of medical expertise on hand proved adequate to deal with her discomfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitty's Medical Emergency&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3120/2685341988_5005ca0190.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3120/2685341988_5005ca0190.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janica Schonbrun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3292/2685340868_7d31fcac34.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 450px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3292/2685340868_7d31fcac34.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Dr Pau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3111/2685354576_4d30647b70.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3111/2685354576_4d30647b70.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitty Lalonde and Tiernan Serpentine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3111/2685342196_8c11557db9.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 349px; height: 379px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3111/2685342196_8c11557db9.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can view the rest of my photos &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/dakotab/sets/72157606273190453/"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5351537057565888389-1232836135454140344?l=kotalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kotalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1232836135454140344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5351537057565888389&amp;postID=1232836135454140344' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5351537057565888389/posts/default/1232836135454140344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5351537057565888389/posts/default/1232836135454140344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kotalicious.blogspot.com/2008/07/doctors-and-nurses-party.html' title='Doctors and Nurses Party'/><author><name>Dakota Blackmountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rZT1qUH341w/SEqB7hL66bI/AAAAAAAAACA/L9ErYoI9AN8/S220/Me+close+up+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5351537057565888389.post-5671580275948542416</id><published>2008-07-16T20:09:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T20:33:58.888+01:00</updated><title type='text'>RL Adventures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.teneverse.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tenebrous&lt;/a&gt; and I took a well earned break in the New Forest for a few days to celebrate one year to the date we met IRL. We stayed in a lovely little village called &lt;a href="http://www.burleynewforest.co.uk/"&gt;Burley&lt;/a&gt;, in the heart of the National Park. The &lt;a href="http://www.newforesthotels.co.uk/MoorhillHouseHotel.asp"&gt;hotel&lt;/a&gt; wasn't quite as good as I'd hoped it would be (raw chicken for dinner is NOT what I call enticing!) but the staff were all nice and it turned out ok in the end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We visited the &lt;a href="http://www.ottersandowls.co.uk/"&gt;New Forest Otter, Owl and Wildlife Sanctuary&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.beaulieu.co.uk/"&gt;Beaulieu Estate&lt;/a&gt; (which hosts the National Motor Museum) and also managed to fit in a trip to the cinema in Southampton to see Hancock (well, Tene saw Hancock, I saw most of it but also fitted in a much-needed nap).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The village itself is host to some very interesting shops, including &lt;a href="http://www.covenofwitches.co.uk/"&gt;A Coven of Witches&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.sorcerers-apprentice.co.uk/"&gt;The Sorcerer's Apprentice&lt;/a&gt;, all of which pay tribute to the village's history of dragons, smugglers and witch-craft.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3178/2666624409_b34d9dd484.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3178/2666624409_b34d9dd484.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3133/2674252019_b28c4bdebf.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3133/2674252019_b28c4bdebf.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3136/2675143780_ea62518cc6.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3136/2675143780_ea62518cc6.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see the rest of my photos &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/dakotab/sets/72157606159154303/"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5351537057565888389-5671580275948542416?l=kotalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kotalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5671580275948542416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5351537057565888389&amp;postID=5671580275948542416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5351537057565888389/posts/default/5671580275948542416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5351537057565888389/posts/default/5671580275948542416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kotalicious.blogspot.com/2008/07/rl-adventures.html' title='RL Adventures!'/><author><name>Dakota Blackmountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rZT1qUH341w/SEqB7hL66bI/AAAAAAAAACA/L9ErYoI9AN8/S220/Me+close+up+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5351537057565888389.post-4861281330976793182</id><published>2008-07-10T19:44:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T20:30:52.473+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Loco Pocos</title><content type='html'>Last night was the Grand Opening of &lt;a href="http://www.locopocos.com/"&gt;Loco Poco Island&lt;/a&gt; and the launch of a simply amazing range of avatars called Loco Pocos. Loco Pocos are "an entirely new level of avatar customisation to Second Life™" and they are so cute you just wanna pick em all up and hug em!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are currently 10 avatars to choose from (5 male and 5 female) and heaps of accessories, including T-shirts, skirts, hair, shoes and hats. With the avatar comes a HUD, with gestures and expressions that are extremely well suited to the avatars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the Grand Opening, Washu Zebrastripe and Damien Fate laid out a scavenger hunt around the island. Each participant received a HUD with 5 pictures on it and was tasked with searching for the matching item on the island. I started off thinking "wow, this is gonna be easy" but after 40 minutes of searching and finding only 1 of my items.. I quickly changed my strategy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result, I don't have too many pictures of the island itself, I was too busy looking for an anchor! So you should definitely go there and see it for yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A HUGE congratulations is due to Washu and Damien for the sheer dedication and effort that they have put into this range and I'm sure they will be tremendously successful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZT1qUH341w/SHZfvilPKJI/AAAAAAAAACY/0gm-PWcIlp0/s1600-h/loco+pocos_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZT1qUH341w/SHZfvilPKJI/AAAAAAAAACY/0gm-PWcIlp0/s400/loco+pocos_002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221466088324147346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZT1qUH341w/SHZfwUxC3NI/AAAAAAAAACo/CH5Vf5KPaGE/s1600-h/Snapshot_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZT1qUH341w/SHZfwUxC3NI/AAAAAAAAACo/CH5Vf5KPaGE/s400/Snapshot_002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221466101795445970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZT1qUH341w/SHZfwNTySuI/AAAAAAAAACg/Bn7hsEg2Yyo/s1600-h/loco+pocos_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZT1qUH341w/SHZfwNTySuI/AAAAAAAAACg/Bn7hsEg2Yyo/s400/loco+pocos_001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221466099793677026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see the rest of my photos &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/dakotab/sets/72157606069952822/"&gt;here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5351537057565888389-4861281330976793182?l=kotalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kotalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4861281330976793182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5351537057565888389&amp;postID=4861281330976793182' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5351537057565888389/posts/default/4861281330976793182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5351537057565888389/posts/default/4861281330976793182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kotalicious.blogspot.com/2008/07/loco-pocos.html' title='Loco Pocos'/><author><name>Dakota Blackmountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rZT1qUH341w/SEqB7hL66bI/AAAAAAAAACA/L9ErYoI9AN8/S220/Me+close+up+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZT1qUH341w/SHZfvilPKJI/AAAAAAAAACY/0gm-PWcIlp0/s72-c/loco+pocos_002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5351537057565888389.post-3369839569540590964</id><published>2008-07-09T19:29:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T19:35:39.504+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Almost-But-Not-Quite-Latest 5 Word Story</title><content type='html'>By now I'm sure I don't have to say anything other than here's the &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/p/10pfm"&gt;original plurk&lt;/a&gt;, here are the contributors:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/Tenebrous"&gt;Tenebrous&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/rotemu"&gt;rotemu&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/Bugburd"&gt;Bugburd&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/Dannilion"&gt;Dannilion&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/supacrip"&gt;supacrip&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/TimothyL"&gt;TimothyL&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/MadameMaracas"&gt;MadameMaracas&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/ZipporaZ"&gt;ZipporaZ&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/Teeg"&gt;Teeg&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/Eladrienne"&gt;Eladrienne&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/CoyotePace"&gt;CoyotePace&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/Skinkie"&gt;Skinkie&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/DakotaB"&gt;me!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's the final story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Finally", she exclaimed, as she&lt;br /&gt;opened her eyes to see&lt;br /&gt;a big can of worms&lt;br /&gt;which had been opened by&lt;br /&gt;a mysterious yet cute cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evil Earl of Scarborough&lt;br /&gt;had just bought himself a&lt;br /&gt;bicycle that had purple and&lt;br /&gt;green little wormies on sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were not his favourite&lt;br /&gt;flavour but he ate them&lt;br /&gt;between two slices of thick&lt;br /&gt;yellow custard clumping messily around&lt;br /&gt;his big fat sausage fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was unusual to have&lt;br /&gt;such a view right when&lt;br /&gt;the sun was rising over&lt;br /&gt;the pink and purple clouds&lt;br /&gt;of noxious gasses emanating from&lt;br /&gt;Tenebrous' wild and spiky hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my god!", shouted the&lt;br /&gt;old lady as she saw&lt;br /&gt;a green elephant robed in&lt;br /&gt;tartan trousers and a shaggy&lt;br /&gt;yet rather smooth coat of&lt;br /&gt;black satin and lace strings,&lt;br /&gt;which was odd because usually&lt;br /&gt;he was wearing green striped&lt;br /&gt;mud-caked, cloak &amp;amp; pantaloons&lt;br /&gt;of silk. Today was special because&lt;br /&gt;it was the fourth of&lt;br /&gt;February. Meanwhile, the evil Earl&lt;br /&gt;of Scarborough was laying in&lt;br /&gt;wait for the hero, who&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to ride down&lt;br /&gt;on his grand white steed&lt;br /&gt;and save the day, but&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately fate had other plans&lt;br /&gt;in the form of a&lt;br /&gt;huge green penguin who&lt;br /&gt;landed right in front of&lt;br /&gt;the building and then said&lt;br /&gt;"Can you take my wrapper,&lt;br /&gt;I am kind of wet&lt;br /&gt;and scared of the polar&lt;br /&gt;fleece inside it freezing me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end was nigh, and&lt;br /&gt;Tenebrous' karma was over 50,&lt;br /&gt;much to the chagrin of&lt;br /&gt;his insidious Plurkian rivals, who&lt;br /&gt;offered up a prayer to&lt;br /&gt;the Queen of Bongo Bongo&lt;br /&gt;who loved to dance with&lt;br /&gt;the King of Bongo Bongo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5351537057565888389-3369839569540590964?l=kotalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kotalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3369839569540590964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5351537057565888389&amp;postID=3369839569540590964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5351537057565888389/posts/default/3369839569540590964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5351537057565888389/posts/default/3369839569540590964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kotalicious.blogspot.com/2008/07/almost-but-not-quitelatest-5-word-story.html' title='The Almost-But-Not-Quite-Latest 5 Word Story'/><author><name>Dakota Blackmountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rZT1qUH341w/SEqB7hL66bI/AAAAAAAAACA/L9ErYoI9AN8/S220/Me+close+up+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5351537057565888389.post-7145715436274458392</id><published>2008-07-07T20:36:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T20:49:12.927+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tenebrous' 1 Word Story</title><content type='html'>Following on from his previous 5 Word stories and the one with all the characters, &lt;a href="http://www.teneverse.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tenebrous&lt;/a&gt; started a &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/p/zfbf"&gt;1 word story. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the final story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once a pon a fridge, there lived a huge Tenebrous-shaped leathery guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This homo pathic pathology of my hub-like router delightfully tasted like roasted chicken, which clicked like three instrument mice on speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly a small guinea pig jumped over the couch onto TimothyLs hair, skidding loudly down his locks which uncurled ravishingly, until suddenly the ferret (who had a bouncy banana yet it wasn’t the strikingly horrid sound), jumped out of rotemu’s bag of gummy bears and nomnomnomnomnom'd them until they screamed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, in another dimension torn from ours, filled with blue alien babies called Mr Blobby Jr and his bike called Frank “Sparkley” Sparkles and then says “tragedy!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The KoolAid spilt granite all over the ground. Hair tumbled through sticking mud filled tubes vibrating slowly, rotating hypnotically counter-clockwise contrary to most tubes because gravity wells suck on clockwork springs, rusty from being licked by an over-amorous frog that wanted chocolate covered flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, a mermaid called Faustus, surprisingly shy about toe matoes picked freshly in sunny Madagascar, although curious events transpired to end this story forever. Unless the happily marrieds didn’t want this end to come again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/Tenebrous"&gt;Tenebrous&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/Katharine"&gt;Katharine&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/tmcamp"&gt;tmcamp&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/Rammi"&gt;Rammi&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/rotemu"&gt;rotemu&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/Dannilion"&gt;Dannilion&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/MadameMaracas"&gt;MadameMaracas&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/TimothyL"&gt;TimothyL&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/CoyotePace"&gt;CoyotePace&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/ZipporaZ"&gt;ZipporaZ&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/Washu"&gt;Washu&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/gabbypanacek"&gt;gabbypanacek&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/iAlja"&gt;iAlja&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/Keeme"&gt;Keeme&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/Sougent"&gt;Sougent&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/Vint"&gt;Vint&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/spiderkitten"&gt;spiderkitten&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/arminasx"&gt;ArminasX&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/tiessa"&gt;tiessa&lt;/a&gt; to thank for this one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5351537057565888389-7145715436274458392?l=kotalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kotalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/7145715436274458392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5351537057565888389&amp;postID=7145715436274458392' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5351537057565888389/posts/default/7145715436274458392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5351537057565888389/posts/default/7145715436274458392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kotalicious.blogspot.com/2008/07/tenebrous-1-word-story.html' title='Tenebrous&apos; 1 Word Story'/><author><name>Dakota Blackmountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rZT1qUH341w/SEqB7hL66bI/AAAAAAAAACA/L9ErYoI9AN8/S220/Me+close+up+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5351537057565888389.post-3185212049446560311</id><published>2008-07-06T15:44:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T17:22:10.730+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Code Red; Rouge - Opening Party</title><content type='html'>I had the awesome privilege of attending the opening party of Codebastard Redgrave's new sim; Rouge. The actual sim itself was sculpted by Eshi Otawara and is a representation of Codie herself, complete with stilettos and boa. It truly is an awesome site, both from inside the Code Red lounge and from the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the 15 hour (ish) long opening party, over 700 unique avatars visited the sim, entertained by 9 DJs and cooled off by leaving a huge pile of clothes all over the dance floor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3058/2641534443_7aa702a37e.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3058/2641534443_7aa702a37e.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3079/2642454814_4a1c8da8a7.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3079/2642454814_4a1c8da8a7.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/dakotab/2642454814/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/dakotab/2642454814/" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3121/2642455368_8118d74773.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3121/2642455368_8118d74773.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see the rest of my photos &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/dakotab/sets/72157605991067216/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/dakotab/sets/72157605991067216/"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;and also the main flickr group &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/groups/rouge_sim/pool/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5351537057565888389-3185212049446560311?l=kotalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kotalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3185212049446560311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5351537057565888389&amp;postID=3185212049446560311' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5351537057565888389/posts/default/3185212049446560311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5351537057565888389/posts/default/3185212049446560311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kotalicious.blogspot.com/2008/07/code-red-rouge-opening-party.html' title='Code Red; Rouge - Opening Party'/><author><name>Dakota Blackmountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rZT1qUH341w/SEqB7hL66bI/AAAAAAAAACA/L9ErYoI9AN8/S220/Me+close+up+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5351537057565888389.post-2401582404011725499</id><published>2008-07-02T20:51:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T21:57:41.730+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My Flickr Meme Mosaic</title><content type='html'>I've seen this on a few other people's blogs so I thought I'd share mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you do is type your answer to each of the questions below into Flickr search and using only the first page, pick an image and go &lt;a href="http://bighugelabs.com/flickr/mosaic.php"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Then, copy and paste each of the URLs for the images into this Mosaic Maker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3027/2631039770_e68c016019.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3027/2631039770_e68c016019.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your first name?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dakota - &lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/470505310_6aa28220b7_m.jpg"&gt;Badlands National Park, South Dakota&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What is your favorite food?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chocolate - &lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1280/1117398599_b86f47800a_m.jpg"&gt;14th August 2007 / Day 226&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What high school did you go to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coltness - &lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1075/1473522224_eb77a72b61_m.jpg"&gt;Ford Fiesta ST&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What is your favorite color?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Purple - &lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2138/2128604649_8ea850239b_m.jpg"&gt;Purple Haze&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who is your celebrity crush?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Johnny Depp - &lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/98/243445948_bfc068acda_m.jpg"&gt;Johnny Depp as Captain Jack Sparrow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Favorite drink?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Irn Bru - &lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/51/148643656_ee7af6ecff_m.jpg"&gt;Irn-Bru&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Dream vacation?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alaska - &lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2369/2422470833_67dacfb2bb_m.jpg"&gt;Canada-Alaska Highway&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Favorite dessert?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vienetta - &lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2077/1891424730_d4e23362f2_m.jpg"&gt;Bonfire night: sparklers + Vienetta&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What you want to be when you grow up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lawyer - &lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1014/704667397_67b9fcc80e_m.jpg"&gt;Hell lawyer / El abogado del Diablo....!!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What do you love most in life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tenebrous - &lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2080/2234340993_dee53a5a2f_m.jpg"&gt;Tenebrous Pau Day - 2Feb2008&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. One Word to describe you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me - &lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2002/2405271274_39f4701536_m.jpg"&gt;I once was yours&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Your flickr name. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dakota B - &lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3085/2543782017_e4ecec5b0e_m.jpg"&gt;Day2-35&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5351537057565888389-2401582404011725499?l=kotalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kotalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2401582404011725499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5351537057565888389&amp;postID=2401582404011725499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5351537057565888389/posts/default/2401582404011725499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5351537057565888389/posts/default/2401582404011725499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kotalicious.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-flickr-meme-mosaic.html' title='My Flickr Meme Mosaic'/><author><name>Dakota Blackmountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rZT1qUH341w/SEqB7hL66bI/AAAAAAAAACA/L9ErYoI9AN8/S220/Me+close+up+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5351537057565888389.post-5294132517638753713</id><published>2008-06-30T05:59:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T10:23:28.417+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My Tarot Card</title><content type='html'>I saw this on Roxette Wise's blog and since I've always been a little curious about tarot cards and all things related, I was interested to try it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that it's actually surprisingly accurate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot/catpeople/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are The Empress&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Beauty, happiness, pleasure, success, luxury, dissipation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The Empress is associated with Venus, the feminine planet, so it represents beauty, charm, pleasure, luxury, and delight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;You may be good at home&lt;br /&gt;decorating, art or anything to do with making things beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The Empress is a creator, be it creation of life, of romance, of art or business. While the Magician is the primal spark, the idea made real, and the High Priestess is the one who gives the idea a form, the Empress is the womb where it gestates and grows till it is ready to be born. This is why her symbol is Venus, goddess of beautiful things as well as love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Even so, the Empress is more Demeter, goddess of abundance, then sensual Venus. She is the giver of Earthly gifts, yet at the same time, she can, in anger withhold, as Demeter did when her daughter, Persephone, was kidnapped. In fury and grief, she kept the Earth barren till her child was returned to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Tarot Card are You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot"&gt;Take the Test to Find Out.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5351537057565888389-5294132517638753713?l=kotalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kotalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5294132517638753713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5351537057565888389&amp;postID=5294132517638753713' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5351537057565888389/posts/default/5294132517638753713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5351537057565888389/posts/default/5294132517638753713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kotalicious.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-tarot-card.html' title='My Tarot Card'/><author><name>Dakota Blackmountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rZT1qUH341w/SEqB7hL66bI/AAAAAAAAACA/L9ErYoI9AN8/S220/Me+close+up+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5351537057565888389.post-8808838283936403670</id><published>2008-06-29T13:19:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T13:33:08.605+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tenebrous' 5 Word Story - With Multiple Characters!</title><content type='html'>Tenebrous shared a new kind of 5 word story. In this version, people’s names were part of the story. You could type as much as you wanted, but you had to start with your name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the finished product:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenebrous looked around. He was alone. Suddenly, the phone rang. It was&lt;br /&gt;tmcamp calling to say that he'd just talked to&lt;br /&gt;Damien Fate. He asked “Hey, have you seen&lt;br /&gt;Tenebrous? – but I am he! Maybe you’re thinking about&lt;br /&gt;MadameMaracas, she’s been plurking up a storm?”&lt;br /&gt;tmcamp laughed at the story, and wondered if&lt;br /&gt;Damien Fate had gone on a date with&lt;br /&gt;Madame Maracas? She never heard the phone ring when&lt;br /&gt;Tardis had ended up floating in space with&lt;br /&gt;Tenebrous, who quickly called for help. Unfortunately, no-one was available, apart from&lt;br /&gt;MadameMaracas’ pet hedgehog, Ralphie, who cleverly IM’d&lt;br /&gt;Tenebrous, who quickly called for help. Sensing the strange time-loop, he sent a letter backwards in time. Due to poor planning, it arrived with&lt;br /&gt;MadameMaracas’ parents just as they were meeting on a blind date. They ignored the plea for help, distracted by the sudden appearance of&lt;br /&gt;DakotaB, who pranced around wearing a strange purple outfit, designed by&lt;br /&gt;MadameMaracas, their as yet unconceived child.&lt;br /&gt;Tenebrous (back in the future) picked up his phone again. He needed someone to talk to, and the first person who came to mind was&lt;br /&gt;DakotaB, who was at the hairdressers, having her barnett carefully styled so that it looked like a life size replica of&lt;br /&gt;Tenebrous 's favourite work by the infamous topiary artist&lt;br /&gt;MadameMaracas, who styles her work after the fictional Edward Scissorhands, having been pointed in this odd career direction by&lt;br /&gt;Damien Fate when he was giving a lecture on odd films made by&lt;br /&gt;Tenebrous ' old friend, Dr. Mithril. However, in recent years the good doctor had fallen on bad times and had been forced to change his name to&lt;br /&gt;Damien Fate, which Damien thought was a little creepy, especially since Damien himself had changed his name to Damien Fate. He was once known as&lt;br /&gt;MadameMaracas , which violated NO copyright laws, nor trademark rulings but created a rift with&lt;br /&gt;Tenebrous ™. It was a sorry state of affairs, but one that could only be solved by the cunning prowess of&lt;br /&gt;JohanYugen , who announced that people couldn't trademark their names. This pleased&lt;br /&gt;MadameMaracas as she'd not bothered to do this against the advice of&lt;br /&gt;Tenebrous ™, who was used to this and therefore resorted to using © and ®. He picked up his phone again and called&lt;br /&gt;jjacek , who loved to offer questionable legal advice to all her friends. Citing the example of&lt;br /&gt;Damien Fate vs&lt;br /&gt;MadameMaracas , where legal precedent was set for the use of the term "Pixel slapping" in the defense of&lt;br /&gt;jjacek , who was on trial for having a sexy mudwrestling contest with&lt;br /&gt;JessykaRichard . The referee of the match,&lt;br /&gt;jjacek , who also happened to be judge at the trial, was not very fair. She sentenced&lt;br /&gt;JessykaRichard to 5 years of hard labor. At the work camp, she found herself chained to&lt;br /&gt;jjacek , who had sentenced herself to 5 years of hard labor, for corruption for serving as judge at her own trial. At the work camp, she and&lt;br /&gt;JessykaRichard devised a plan to escape and open a stand selling&lt;br /&gt;Damien Fate’s body. One of the first customers was&lt;br /&gt;JessykaRichard , as she couldn't resist the charms of her own product. As she was sampling her wares,&lt;br /&gt;jjacek pointed out that they were still chained together, so she suggested that the two of them go on a crazy adventure. Along the way, they met&lt;br /&gt;JessykaRichard 's long lost cousin&lt;br /&gt;Tenebrous who declared that the story was over. It wasn't long, however before that was ruined by&lt;br /&gt;CoyotePace who, slinking around the corner and seeing no one was about, re-introduced Ralphie the Hedgehog to the story -- much to the delight of&lt;br /&gt;Damien Fate who had also been absent for a while. All because he was occupied with&lt;br /&gt;MadameMaracas and her litter of bionic kittens that she bought from&lt;br /&gt;Tenebrous , which seems to be a popular name in these parts, almost as everyone in the town is called Tenebrous, much like in the next-door village of&lt;br /&gt;jjacek Land, everybody is called jjacek. Ralphie the Hedgehog loved to snuggle with&lt;br /&gt;MadameMaracas and she enjoyed his prickly snugglings! Meanwhile, across town a plot was hatching, whereby&lt;br /&gt;Tenebrous and&lt;br /&gt;MadameMaracas will cover all the world's Volkswagens left rear tires with Vaseline, however this clever concept of confusion &amp;amp; traffic horror was foiled by&lt;br /&gt;Tenebrous 's own stupidity. Everyone knows that there is a national shortage of Vaseline and rubber, mainly caused by&lt;br /&gt;MadameMaracas 's wardrobe requirements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/Tenebrous"&gt;Tenebrous&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/tmcamp"&gt;Tmcamp&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/DamienFate"&gt;Damien Fate&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/MadameMaracas"&gt;MadameMaracas&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/TARDIS"&gt;Tardis&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/JohanYugen"&gt;Johan Yugen&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/jjacek"&gt;Jjacek&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/jessykarichard"&gt;JessykaRichard&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/CoyotePace"&gt;Coyote Pace&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/DakotaB"&gt;me.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5351537057565888389-8808838283936403670?l=kotalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kotalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/8808838283936403670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5351537057565888389&amp;postID=8808838283936403670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5351537057565888389/posts/default/8808838283936403670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5351537057565888389/posts/default/8808838283936403670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kotalicious.blogspot.com/2008/06/tenebrous-5-word-story-with-multiple.html' title='Tenebrous&apos; 5 Word Story - With Multiple Characters!'/><author><name>Dakota Blackmountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rZT1qUH341w/SEqB7hL66bI/AAAAAAAAACA/L9ErYoI9AN8/S220/Me+close+up+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5351537057565888389.post-1339220429433887121</id><published>2008-06-26T22:28:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T22:29:43.382+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Famous 5 Word Stories of Tenebrous</title><content type='html'>Can be found here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kotalicious.blogspot.com/2008/06/tenebrous-5-word-stories-part-one.html"&gt;Number 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kotalicious.blogspot.com/2008/06/tenebrous-5-word-stories-number-2_26.html"&gt;Number 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kotalicious.blogspot.com/2008/06/tenebrous-5-word-stories-number-3.html"&gt;Number 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kotalicious.blogspot.com/2008/06/tenebrous-5-word-stories-number-4.html"&gt;Number 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5351537057565888389-1339220429433887121?l=kotalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kotalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1339220429433887121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5351537057565888389&amp;postID=1339220429433887121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5351537057565888389/posts/default/1339220429433887121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5351537057565888389/posts/default/1339220429433887121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kotalicious.blogspot.com/2008/06/famous-5-word-stories-of-tenebrous.html' title='The Famous 5 Word Stories of Tenebrous'/><author><name>Dakota Blackmountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rZT1qUH341w/SEqB7hL66bI/AAAAAAAAACA/L9ErYoI9AN8/S220/Me+close+up+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5351537057565888389.post-9211608893911537871</id><published>2008-06-26T22:01:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T22:25:16.919+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tenebrous' 5 Word Stories - Number 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;See the original Plurk conversation &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/p/qpqr"&gt;here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many thanks to: &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/Tenebrous"&gt;Tenebrous&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/spiderkitten"&gt;spiderkitten&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/etherpunk"&gt;michaelcela&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/jjacek"&gt;jjacek&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/MadameMaracas"&gt;MadameMaracas&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/CoyotePace"&gt;CoyotePace&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/Eladrienne"&gt;Eladrienne&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/justj3nn"&gt;JustJ3nn&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/jessykarichard"&gt;JessykaRichard&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/artoudeetou"&gt;artoudeetou&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/rachael823"&gt;rachael823&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/DaleInnis"&gt;DaleInnis&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/kurtvan"&gt;kurtvan&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/LyndzayM"&gt;LyndzayM&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/RedRoseRattus"&gt;RedRoseRattus&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/DamienFate"&gt;Damien_Fate&lt;/a&gt;, (and &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/DakotaB"&gt;me!&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The sea was rough, and&lt;br /&gt;rolling with a big, scary&lt;br /&gt;rubber ducky floating on top&lt;br /&gt;that squeaked with glee, happy&lt;br /&gt;that Glee was joining him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glee waved from his sailboat,&lt;br /&gt;pulling the tiller to align&lt;br /&gt;the warp core vertically with&lt;br /&gt;the nacelles, to ensure that&lt;br /&gt;his exit would be precisely&lt;br /&gt;timed to coincide with the&lt;br /&gt;entropic failure of the singularity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If his timing was off&lt;br /&gt;the entire vessel would be&lt;br /&gt;converted instantaneously into a hedgehog,&lt;br /&gt;which would be a disaster,&lt;br /&gt;since a hedgie's bitty paws&lt;br /&gt;get cold when they're wet, making them cuter, but less&lt;br /&gt;effective sprinters. Luckily, Glee's timing&lt;br /&gt;was perfect, and the sailboat&lt;br /&gt;....which was actually a sailBOAT&lt;br /&gt;that transforms into a robot&lt;br /&gt;was able to travel from&lt;br /&gt;the event horizon off into&lt;br /&gt;the Delta quadrant, quite speedily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, the SailBoat could also&lt;br /&gt;make coffee and tea but&lt;br /&gt;not at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;In space, no one drinks&lt;br /&gt;urine, but why would they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Golden showers' are difficult without&lt;br /&gt;gravity as it becomes random&lt;br /&gt;and can be quite a nuisance.&lt;br /&gt;So the "sailbot" turned and&lt;br /&gt;turned, making a giant whirlpool,&lt;br /&gt;generating a gravity well that&lt;br /&gt;sucked in all the katamari balls&lt;br /&gt;that had collected nearby planets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Reverse the polarity!" cried the&lt;br /&gt;man with two left shoes&lt;br /&gt;as he limped about the&lt;br /&gt;cabin in a polka step,&lt;br /&gt;his flouncy skirt bouncing about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chief engineer flipped the&lt;br /&gt;switch; time to get serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his clown wig and shoes,&lt;br /&gt;A deep rumbling thrummm noise&lt;br /&gt;alerted him to a digestion&lt;br /&gt;problem in his "lower decks".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By "lower decks", we mean&lt;br /&gt;the ship's large and rather rotund&lt;br /&gt;buttocks, or rather, bot-tocks. He&lt;br /&gt;grabbed the ship's key and&lt;br /&gt;forced it longingly into the&lt;br /&gt;ambiguously sexually-suggestive key slot&lt;br /&gt;with a sigh of relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The console sighed with satisfaction&lt;br /&gt;while the captain turned the&lt;br /&gt;knobs upstairs attentively. The temperature&lt;br /&gt;actually fell; everyone had deserted&lt;br /&gt;and humidity started to rise&lt;br /&gt;after they had their desserts&lt;br /&gt;which consisted of runny custard&lt;br /&gt;and funny mustard. It tasted&lt;br /&gt;of custardly mustard, an acquired&lt;br /&gt;recipe stolen from a group&lt;br /&gt;of robotic cooks, renowned for&lt;br /&gt;their lack of taste sensors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, on the lower decks,&lt;br /&gt;the containment field was leaking&lt;br /&gt;a strange pink concoction, seen&lt;br /&gt;dribbling slowly from between the&lt;br /&gt;secondary engine core and the&lt;br /&gt;large inflatable sheep. It was&lt;br /&gt;trickling nonchalantly across the floor&lt;br /&gt;like a sinuous, luminous trail&lt;br /&gt;leading towards the ship's cat,&lt;br /&gt;Flibble, who was currently under&lt;br /&gt;a giant pile of underpants&lt;br /&gt;left there by the melon&lt;br /&gt;keepers son, who recently had&lt;br /&gt;a bad case of gonorrhoea&lt;br /&gt;which he caught from Annie&lt;br /&gt;Lennox at a recent musical&lt;br /&gt;recital on board the HMS&lt;br /&gt;Glee, coincidentally his owner's name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night was closing in...&lt;br /&gt;But in space, it's always&lt;br /&gt;quiet; no-one hears you plurk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a case of space&lt;br /&gt;Plurk addiction is very serious&lt;br /&gt;and difficult to cure, however&lt;br /&gt;bananas have been known to&lt;br /&gt;heal the lesion but also&lt;br /&gt;make your skin break out&lt;br /&gt;in large, yellow, fluffy pickled&lt;br /&gt;in fuschia boils with black&lt;br /&gt;centres that smell of cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When lanced, small moths emerge&lt;br /&gt;which tend to clutter spaceships&lt;br /&gt;exhausts. This causes problems with&lt;br /&gt;emissions testing, huge moth nets&lt;br /&gt;tear easily when subjected to&lt;br /&gt;large flocks of moths. Suddenly&lt;br /&gt;out of the closet, came&lt;br /&gt;Jim Carry, and he said&lt;br /&gt;here is your money back&lt;br /&gt;for watching my horrible movies&lt;br /&gt;apart from Truman Show which&lt;br /&gt;is pretty decent. Jim then&lt;br /&gt;pulled a trademark face and&lt;br /&gt;in a dorky voice, proclaimed&lt;br /&gt;his ass was now speaking,&lt;br /&gt;he bent over and clenched&lt;br /&gt;both buttocks, asking "Anyone have&lt;br /&gt;a breath mint? I am&lt;br /&gt;full of garlicy saucy goodness!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glee shook his head, feeling&lt;br /&gt;faint, overcome by Jim's fumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'd been hallucinating, imagining he&lt;br /&gt;woke up in a very&lt;br /&gt;long winded 5 word story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story haunted his dreams,&lt;br /&gt;pervading into his very being,&lt;br /&gt;oozing orange goo out his&lt;br /&gt;nozzle. He tried ferverantly to&lt;br /&gt;unscrew the implement, however it&lt;br /&gt;snapped off in his hand,&lt;br /&gt;causing him to exclaim, "Bunny -&lt;br /&gt;rabbit smell bad!" To this&lt;br /&gt;Glee replied, no, Hare balls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5351537057565888389-9211608893911537871?l=kotalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kotalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/9211608893911537871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5351537057565888389&amp;postID=9211608893911537871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5351537057565888389/posts/default/9211608893911537871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5351537057565888389/posts/default/9211608893911537871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kotalicious.blogspot.com/2008/06/tenebrous-5-word-stories-number-4.html' title='Tenebrous&apos; 5 Word Stories - Number 4'/><author><name>Dakota Blackmountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rZT1qUH341w/SEqB7hL66bI/AAAAAAAAACA/L9ErYoI9AN8/S220/Me+close+up+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5351537057565888389.post-35824648350905623</id><published>2008-06-26T21:36:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T21:46:20.851+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tenebrous' 5 Word Stories - Number 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;See the original Plurk conversation &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/p/pe7x"&gt;here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/p/pe7x"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Many thanks to: &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/Tenebrous"&gt;Tenebrous&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/Loaf"&gt;Loaf&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/GingerSho"&gt;GingerSho&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/rotemu"&gt;rotemu&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/rheta"&gt;rheta&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/spiderkitten"&gt;spiderkitten&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/spiderkitten"&gt;shockwave&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/etherpunk"&gt;michaelcela&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/jjacek"&gt;jjacek&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/MadameMaracas"&gt;MadameMaracas&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/gabbypanacek"&gt; gabbypanacek&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/BigMonkey"&gt; BigMonkey&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/thraxis"&gt; thraxis&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/CoyotePace"&gt;CoyotePace&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/Eladrienne"&gt;Eladrienne&lt;/a&gt;, (and &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/DakotaB"&gt;me!&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Once upon a time, in&lt;br /&gt;Plurkland, some folks conspired to&lt;br /&gt;write a five word story,&lt;br /&gt;which starts with the words&lt;br /&gt;“Once upon a time, in&lt;br /&gt;Plurkland,” some folks conspired to&lt;br /&gt;write a non-recursive story&lt;br /&gt;but failed miserably, as suddenly&lt;br /&gt;and to that end, we&lt;br /&gt;were ginormous doof balls who&lt;br /&gt;have nothing better to do&lt;br /&gt;than write stories about ourselves&lt;br /&gt;in a 5 word format,&lt;br /&gt;when we should be working&lt;br /&gt;out how best to make&lt;br /&gt;a million dollars just by&lt;br /&gt;plurking and blogging and then&lt;br /&gt;taking a nap. Speaking of&lt;br /&gt;napping, I need to get&lt;br /&gt;a fish and go to&lt;br /&gt;the bicycle store to buy&lt;br /&gt;a tank to put them&lt;br /&gt;inside for our battle against&lt;br /&gt;cuttlefish invaders of the north!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vicious cuttlefish have been&lt;br /&gt;building a stronghold in the&lt;br /&gt;nearby warehouse where they have&lt;br /&gt;stockpiled large amounts of green&lt;br /&gt;plasma, krill in salt water,&lt;br /&gt;and several pairs of old&lt;br /&gt;breeches, coated with a strange&lt;br /&gt;yet delicious layer of meringue&lt;br /&gt;which attracts many flies, from&lt;br /&gt;big flies to small flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A knock on the door&lt;br /&gt;distracts everyone from the flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The door opens abruptly, revealing&lt;br /&gt;nothing. The door shuts again&lt;br /&gt;and a large BOOM is&lt;br /&gt;seen, microphone swaying wildly, as&lt;br /&gt;grips &amp;amp; best boys scramble,&lt;br /&gt;the boom operator keels over,&lt;br /&gt;tipping the dolly cart over&lt;br /&gt;and ruining the whole shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"CUT" shouted the A.D.,&lt;br /&gt;making the foley artist cringe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“(Odd that they're on set)”&lt;br /&gt;said &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/jjacek"&gt;jjacek&lt;/a&gt; in parenthesis, wondering&lt;br /&gt;where the fourth wall went,&lt;br /&gt;as a whole world opens&lt;br /&gt;up, revealing that it was&lt;br /&gt;little more than a badly&lt;br /&gt;written parody of real life&lt;br /&gt;mired in confusion, puns and&lt;br /&gt;strangely out of place characters,&lt;br /&gt;yet somehow finding humor in&lt;br /&gt;life is always important,&lt;br /&gt;the masses of vicious cuttlefish&lt;br /&gt;observed as they ransacked and&lt;br /&gt;wrote a five word story&lt;br /&gt;with some help from a&lt;br /&gt;man in a green leotard&lt;br /&gt;covered in white question marks&lt;br /&gt;known as The Riddler, who&lt;br /&gt;cackled maniacally, prancing about while&lt;br /&gt;wearing a raw tuna fish,&lt;br /&gt;the scent of which attracted&lt;br /&gt;many large, hairy, purple&lt;br /&gt;otters bent upon world domination!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, in another part of&lt;br /&gt;the story, verbs languished unused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps we should write a&lt;br /&gt;handwritten letter of condolence to&lt;br /&gt;the mayor, stating that we&lt;br /&gt;keep writing the story anyway,&lt;br /&gt;whether or not its cohesive&lt;br /&gt;because it is great fun&lt;br /&gt;and always seems to end,&lt;br /&gt;especially when the robots arrive,&lt;br /&gt;laser beams a'firing, stomping down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh no! I've been hit!"&lt;br /&gt;cried a passerby, falling down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The robots stomped on the&lt;br /&gt;otters, leaving purple fuzzy smears&lt;br /&gt;all over the road. It&lt;br /&gt;started to rain, bleeding purple&lt;br /&gt;which went into the drains&lt;br /&gt;and dripped down on the&lt;br /&gt;rats congregated at the opening&lt;br /&gt;who were anxious for fresh&lt;br /&gt;performance of the Otter Orchestra's&lt;br /&gt;toccata and fugue in five&lt;br /&gt;minutes after finding a suitable&lt;br /&gt;bass fiddle, flute &amp;amp; tuba&lt;br /&gt;playing aardvark, which was not&lt;br /&gt;an easy task, as you&lt;br /&gt;find they want more money&lt;br /&gt;to buy off marauding cuttlefish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The multi-talented aardvark population&lt;br /&gt;wondered if it was time&lt;br /&gt;to see what the cuttlefish&lt;br /&gt;on top of that tiny&lt;br /&gt;echindeas were gathering, preparing to&lt;br /&gt;storm the beaches of France.&lt;br /&gt;but the waves were rough&lt;br /&gt;so they all gave up&lt;br /&gt;and started a new story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5351537057565888389-35824648350905623?l=kotalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kotalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/35824648350905623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5351537057565888389&amp;postID=35824648350905623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5351537057565888389/posts/default/35824648350905623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5351537057565888389/posts/default/35824648350905623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kotalicious.blogspot.com/2008/06/tenebrous-5-word-stories-number-3.html' title='Tenebrous&apos; 5 Word Stories - Number 3'/><author><name>Dakota Blackmountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rZT1qUH341w/SEqB7hL66bI/AAAAAAAAACA/L9ErYoI9AN8/S220/Me+close+up+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5351537057565888389.post-2512158213433795426</id><published>2008-06-26T21:00:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T21:47:08.950+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tenebrous' 5 Word Stories - Number 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;See the original Plurk conversation &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/p/owt5"&gt;here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Many thanks to: &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/Tenebrous"&gt;Tenebrous&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/Loaf"&gt;Loaf&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/GingerSho"&gt;GingerSho&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/rotemu"&gt;rotemu&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/rheta"&gt;rheta&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/spiderkitten"&gt;spiderkitten&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/spiderkitten"&gt;shockwave&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/etherpunk"&gt;michaelcela&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/jjacek"&gt;jjacek&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/MadameMaracas"&gt;MadameMaracas&lt;/a&gt; (and &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/DakotaB"&gt;me!&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was dark. All around&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the cheese factory on the&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;seventh floor, many people had&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;started hunting the giant mice&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;who had, in recent times,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;started kidnapping the factory workers&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;who smelled of cheese, and&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;used by the mice for&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;keeping the rats inside the&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;local McDonalds. The mice hunters&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wear jingly bells on their&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;private parts, hoping to keep&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;them from bouncing from the&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ceiling and abducting them. Meanwhile,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;in another part of town,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the giant mice eating buttplug&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;also known as Charles Cat,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;was donning his superhero outfit&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;made entirely out of latex&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;which was black, of course&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;except for several small patches&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;made of linolium. This helped&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a lot when he tried&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to stick to kitchen tables.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Alarmed by the call of&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nature, he quick rushed to&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;answer the door and let&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nature in. "Trouble", she said.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Suddenly, a time rift occurred&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;five giant purple cats appeared&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;followed by the Doctor and&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;followed by the Doctor and&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;followed by another docter&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and a giant pepperbox squawking&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Beware of the fish", and&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a gaggle of little cuttlefish&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;swim through the air, oblivious&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to the need for narrative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Back at the cheese factory,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the two ripe camemberts thought&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;about the impending mice attack,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and girded their cheesy loins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Brie was running in&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;shedding big dollops of itself&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;screaming "DINNAE TAKE MAH RENNET!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The factory workers hurriedly tried&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to cool down the cheeses,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;huffing, puffing to no avail&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;watching in terror as suddenly&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the cheeses came to life.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Sweet Jesus on a Cracker!"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;exclaimed a small random child&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;in the corner nibbling on&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a leftover factory worker earlier&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;seen bribing a police officer&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;because he was Morris Dancing&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;without a license nor care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5351537057565888389-2512158213433795426?l=kotalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kotalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2512158213433795426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5351537057565888389&amp;postID=2512158213433795426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5351537057565888389/posts/default/2512158213433795426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5351537057565888389/posts/default/2512158213433795426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kotalicious.blogspot.com/2008/06/tenebrous-5-word-stories-number-2_26.html' title='Tenebrous&apos; 5 Word Stories - Number 2'/><author><name>Dakota Blackmountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rZT1qUH341w/SEqB7hL66bI/AAAAAAAAACA/L9ErYoI9AN8/S220/Me+close+up+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5351537057565888389.post-9011602658525858960</id><published>2008-06-24T19:35:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T20:37:27.946+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tenebrous' 5 Word Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Plurk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is, according to its front page, "a place that lets you publish and share your thoughts &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt;, #^@%!*%(&amp;amp; and loves." It's very similar to &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt;, but with the added advantage that each post can have a series of follow-up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;plurks&lt;/span&gt;, forming a conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, &lt;a href="http://www.teneverse.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tenebrous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; started a "5 word story", in which each person, in turn, adds 5 words to the story. We thought  it would be fun to share the end result with everyone, so here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turned his back and&lt;br /&gt;looked out of the window&lt;br /&gt;and gasped, for outside was&lt;br /&gt;a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Rickrolling&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Plurk&lt;/span&gt; Twitter Whore,&lt;br /&gt;wearing only a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;diaphanous&lt;/span&gt; gown&lt;br /&gt;and a large, blue, fluffy&lt;br /&gt;t-shirt with chains and bells,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;blinging&lt;/span&gt; her way down to&lt;br /&gt;her dead friend's funeral ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, along the way,&lt;br /&gt;the wind lifted her skirt&lt;br /&gt;and to the surprise of&lt;br /&gt;the tall, elderly gentleman nearby,&lt;br /&gt;the woman was wearing only&lt;br /&gt;a string of pearls thong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gentleman stopped and said,&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me miss, but do&lt;br /&gt;you know if those are&lt;br /&gt;kumquats? If so may I&lt;br /&gt;please check them for ripeness?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman smiled, and said,&lt;br /&gt;“My dear sir, why I&lt;br /&gt;really don't believe these are&lt;br /&gt;kumquats, however I worry that&lt;br /&gt;they haven't been squeezed in&lt;br /&gt;quite some time would you&lt;br /&gt;be so kind as to&lt;br /&gt;touch them, but be gentle?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She grinned shyly, touched his&lt;br /&gt;arm and led him to&lt;br /&gt;a quiet spot around the&lt;br /&gt;corner, out of sight of&lt;br /&gt;the officer on the corner&lt;br /&gt;who seems to be watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gentleman felt something stir;&lt;br /&gt;turned around to find that&lt;br /&gt;another young woman watched them&lt;br /&gt;from behind a bush, although&lt;br /&gt;she clearly was quite aroused&lt;br /&gt;and wearing nothing but a&lt;br /&gt;smile, umbrella and also a&lt;br /&gt;pair of shiny rain boots&lt;br /&gt;that reached all the way&lt;br /&gt;to the top of her&lt;br /&gt;white, ribbon-trimmed, lacy and&lt;br /&gt;pink knee protectors. She said,&lt;br /&gt;“I have a small brown&lt;br /&gt;mole just behind my right&lt;br /&gt;knee that seems to itch&lt;br /&gt;whenever she is excited or&lt;br /&gt;the moon is full or&lt;br /&gt;I open this umbrella.” She&lt;br /&gt;then proceeded to lift and&lt;br /&gt;open her umbrella with a wink,&lt;br /&gt;when out from inside fell&lt;br /&gt;something small and black and&lt;br /&gt;shiny, yet glowing an odd&lt;br /&gt;unearthly shade of yellow-green&lt;br /&gt;spinning slowly, floating gently to&lt;br /&gt;where he proceeded to take&lt;br /&gt;photos with it. The camera&lt;br /&gt;already held special photos of&lt;br /&gt;his young, gold digging wife&lt;br /&gt;who was away with her&lt;br /&gt;mining company on business. He&lt;br /&gt;knew the time was now&lt;br /&gt;from the built in clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the photos she is&lt;br /&gt;in a rather compromising position&lt;br /&gt;posed with ducks, chickens and&lt;br /&gt;doing fowl deeds. He thought&lt;br /&gt;I might care to join&lt;br /&gt;blackmail would be quite possible&lt;br /&gt;if the angle's are right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, art galleries might&lt;br /&gt;call the police if they&lt;br /&gt;liked men in uniforms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the gentleman noticed that&lt;br /&gt;the two women were suddenly&lt;br /&gt;interrupted by the appearance of&lt;br /&gt;three blind mice and a&lt;br /&gt;seeing eye dog. "Zounds!" cried&lt;br /&gt;the pearl-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;thonged&lt;/span&gt; woman, who&lt;br /&gt;clambered up the nearest tree&lt;br /&gt;in hopes of escaping them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blind mice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;squeaked&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;br /&gt;ran up her bare legs&lt;br /&gt;gnawing on her pearled thong&lt;br /&gt;, which suddenly came loose and&lt;br /&gt;cascaded down her thighs landing&lt;br /&gt;on the ground, revealing her&lt;br /&gt;odd lack of genitalia. She&lt;br /&gt;blushed and covered herself up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not before the gentleman&lt;br /&gt;revealed that he too was&lt;br /&gt;lacking in the genitalia department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mice ran down her&lt;br /&gt;leg in utter disgust when&lt;br /&gt;a dog ran up and&lt;br /&gt;stuck out his long tongue&lt;br /&gt;wetly slurping the gentleman's hand&lt;br /&gt;although, they were strangely aroused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was getting late, and&lt;br /&gt;he was late for tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old gentleman whipped out&lt;br /&gt;a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;PDA&lt;/span&gt; and checked his&lt;br /&gt;supply list. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;IM'd&lt;/span&gt; his dealer,&lt;br /&gt;and arranged a delivery of&lt;br /&gt;four small but perfectly formed&lt;br /&gt;cheeses, perfect for covering in&lt;br /&gt;a warm fluffy dog blanket&lt;br /&gt;before reading them a story&lt;br /&gt;about a man who turned&lt;br /&gt;his back and looked out&lt;br /&gt;on a sea of lost&lt;br /&gt;blind mice and umbrellas. I&lt;br /&gt;wonder if this story will&lt;br /&gt;ever bloody reach it's natural&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...cause it's an addictive format...&lt;br /&gt;which lends itself to many&lt;br /&gt;many many many many many&lt;br /&gt;yet very few occurrences of&lt;br /&gt;actual intelligence. In fact, it's&lt;br /&gt;almost anti-intelligence in the way&lt;br /&gt;that it keeps going from&lt;br /&gt;bad to worse. However if&lt;br /&gt;one of the three blind&lt;br /&gt;umbrella holding mice were to&lt;br /&gt;suddenly disappear in a cloud of&lt;br /&gt;foul, noxious smelling gas, then&lt;br /&gt;my boss is around. This&lt;br /&gt;is probably going to end&lt;br /&gt;sooner rather than later!&lt;br /&gt;If only there was a&lt;br /&gt;sequel in the pipeline, that&lt;br /&gt;would make it easier to&lt;br /&gt;make a sequel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/tenebrous"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Tenebrous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for starting this, and to all those that contributed, namely: &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/Rammi"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Rammi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/MadameMaracas"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;MadameMaracas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/jjacek"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;jjacek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/sdohrn"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;sdohrn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/arminasx"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ArminasX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/etherpunk"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Michaelcela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/DamienFate"&gt;Damien Fate&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/gabbypanacek"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;gabbypanacek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/argent_bury"&gt;Argent&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/spiderkitten"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;spiderkitten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/tonioroffo"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;toniroffo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/BigMonkey"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;BigMonkey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/DakotaB"&gt;myself&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see the original Plurk thread &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/p/oc5n"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5351537057565888389-9011602658525858960?l=kotalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kotalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/9011602658525858960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5351537057565888389&amp;postID=9011602658525858960' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5351537057565888389/posts/default/9011602658525858960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5351537057565888389/posts/default/9011602658525858960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kotalicious.blogspot.com/2008/06/tenebrous-5-word-stories-part-one.html' title='Tenebrous&apos; 5 Word Story'/><author><name>Dakota Blackmountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rZT1qUH341w/SEqB7hL66bI/AAAAAAAAACA/L9ErYoI9AN8/S220/Me+close+up+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5351537057565888389.post-4310583008727982163</id><published>2008-06-19T20:38:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T20:48:07.115+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing Dame Montana Blackmountain</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gentlemen, furries and tinies, those in the back and you over there. It is my most honoured privilege to introduce to you a lady who has been an inspiration to me. Drinking only the finest vintage champagne from flawless crystal, she radiates elegance from her Manolo Blahniks to her coiffured Nicky Clarke locks. Please put your hands together for that most respected of mademoiselles, most revered of senoritas, the one, the only, Dame Montana Blackmountain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZT1qUH341w/SFq2ymUMrgI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9vyrfIfRkb0/s1600-h/Dame+Montana+Blacmountain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZT1qUH341w/SFq2ymUMrgI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9vyrfIfRkb0/s400/Dame+Montana+Blacmountain.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213680499029749250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5351537057565888389-4310583008727982163?l=kotalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kotalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4310583008727982163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5351537057565888389&amp;postID=4310583008727982163' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5351537057565888389/posts/default/4310583008727982163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5351537057565888389/posts/default/4310583008727982163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kotalicious.blogspot.com/2008/06/introducing-dame-montana-blackmountain.html' title='Introducing Dame Montana Blackmountain'/><author><name>Dakota Blackmountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rZT1qUH341w/SEqB7hL66bI/AAAAAAAAACA/L9ErYoI9AN8/S220/Me+close+up+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZT1qUH341w/SFq2ymUMrgI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9vyrfIfRkb0/s72-c/Dame+Montana+Blacmountain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5351537057565888389.post-6957368489034956195</id><published>2008-06-18T18:45:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T18:48:36.366+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Kota's Who</title><content type='html'>If you haven't seen Horton Hears a Who yet, I thoroughly recommend it. In the meantime, feel free to play around with my very own Who!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/47ba26b17851c3c4/485949d5258ad979/47bf78a8a753dec3/b305e1bd/widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5351537057565888389-6957368489034956195?l=kotalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kotalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/6957368489034956195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5351537057565888389&amp;postID=6957368489034956195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5351537057565888389/posts/default/6957368489034956195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5351537057565888389/posts/default/6957368489034956195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kotalicious.blogspot.com/2008/06/kota-who.html' title='Kota&amp;#39;s Who'/><author><name>Dakota Blackmountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rZT1qUH341w/SEqB7hL66bI/AAAAAAAAACA/L9ErYoI9AN8/S220/Me+close+up+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5351537057565888389.post-300558552341614199</id><published>2008-06-17T17:49:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T19:33:04.952+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Life Quotes</title><content type='html'>I keep a notecard in my inventory in Second Life which is full if quotes I've picked up over the past year or so. I decided it was about time to share these with you all, but to save too much embarrassment, I'm not telling you who said them (except that most of them are &lt;a href="http://www.teneverse.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tene's&lt;/a&gt;)! Enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why is it, all the most exciting things happen to me, while i'm not there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is it called 'taking advantage' when i'm going 'c'mon then'?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know its big, but i find it manageable."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Carry on any lower and you'd have poked me in the hard."&lt;br /&gt;"Wood flooring"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was just a big something shooting across before me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Meanwhile, i appear to be jammed on a coconut"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tene has a good set of balls "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mmm i'm hungry for beavers...I think that's what that is"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm doing a series of nude ladies"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, don't want the condom to accidentaly "go off"..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Doods, I have big pants!! And they amuse me greatly!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm gonna die, you two are so adorable, just shoot me full of cute why don't you, im'a OD"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey. I can be adorable when im not wearing black or bound in leather......"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm a horse, of coarse I have hairy legs"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh hey! look... my coat tails are twisted... so are jonnee's danglies"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you have to be sooo tiny?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have you noticed tho, I'm stuck in a position like I'm about to drop a major log"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"His banana hammock is like a train wreck. ya cant look away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everyone is naked and gay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My balls are much more suited to this"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have one attachment I keep well polished thank you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Damn...haven't had mine polished in ages"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ooooh my ring is on fire"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5351537057565888389-300558552341614199?l=kotalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kotalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/300558552341614199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5351537057565888389&amp;postID=300558552341614199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5351537057565888389/posts/default/300558552341614199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5351537057565888389/posts/default/300558552341614199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kotalicious.blogspot.com/2008/06/second-life-quotes.html' title='Second Life Quotes'/><author><name>Dakota Blackmountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rZT1qUH341w/SEqB7hL66bI/AAAAAAAAACA/L9ErYoI9AN8/S220/Me+close+up+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5351537057565888389.post-8377859792279984429</id><published>2008-06-16T20:47:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T20:55:20.859+01:00</updated><title type='text'>SophistiKota</title><content type='html'>I scrub up pretty well, even if I do say so myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZT1qUH341w/SFbE3AkvWaI/AAAAAAAAACI/ugKoTs3SNLc/s1600-h/Snapshotd_004+%5B50%25%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZT1qUH341w/SFbE3AkvWaI/AAAAAAAAACI/ugKoTs3SNLc/s320/Snapshotd_004+%5B50%25%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212570068053875106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5351537057565888389-8377859792279984429?l=kotalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kotalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/8377859792279984429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5351537057565888389&amp;postID=8377859792279984429' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5351537057565888389/posts/default/8377859792279984429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5351537057565888389/posts/default/8377859792279984429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kotalicious.blogspot.com/2008/06/sophisitkota.html' title='SophistiKota'/><author><name>Dakota Blackmountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rZT1qUH341w/SEqB7hL66bI/AAAAAAAAACA/L9ErYoI9AN8/S220/Me+close+up+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZT1qUH341w/SFbE3AkvWaI/AAAAAAAAACI/ugKoTs3SNLc/s72-c/Snapshotd_004+%5B50%25%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5351537057565888389.post-5838423763359844955</id><published>2008-06-06T21:06:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T21:21:11.178+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Exploring The World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZT1qUH341w/SEmZVF5kc3I/AAAAAAAAABo/a7WDIC55CoQ/s1600-h/The+World_001a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 122px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZT1qUH341w/SEmZVF5kc3I/AAAAAAAAABo/a7WDIC55CoQ/s200/The+World_001a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208863031670633330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometimes the best thing about Second Life is the ability to go somewhere new and just randomly wander around. &lt;a href="http://www.teneverse.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tenebrous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and I do this quite often and we've come across some truly beautiful areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZT1qUH341w/SEmZWGa0w5I/AAAAAAAAABw/VQMoz5TS71g/s1600-h/The+World_5a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 175px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZT1qUH341w/SEmZWGa0w5I/AAAAAAAAABw/VQMoz5TS71g/s200/The+World_5a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208863048989983634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Beautiful" is a very subjective term, however and something  almost impossible to quantify in any meaningful way, but you'll know if you see something that fits the description.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capturing the beauty of something in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SL&lt;/span&gt; is much easier than in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;RL&lt;/span&gt;, so there's no excuse not to get out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;there&lt;/span&gt; and get some photos - exactly what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tene&lt;/span&gt; and I like to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZT1qUH341w/SEmZXO2Z8tI/AAAAAAAAAB4/_XVk_iBFBJg/s1600-h/The+World_042a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZT1qUH341w/SEmZXO2Z8tI/AAAAAAAAAB4/_XVk_iBFBJg/s200/The+World_042a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208863068433019602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Most recently we came across a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sim&lt;/span&gt; called The World, which easily illustrates my point. There are no flowers, or animals here. No bubbling brooks or lapping waves. What you will find, however, are cobbled streets, narrow alleyways and a dock complete with sailboat. Stunning in it's simplicity, we happily spent a few hours just exploring and taking pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see the full set in &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/dakotab/sets/72157605472432749/"&gt;my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;flickr&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5351537057565888389-5838423763359844955?l=kotalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kotalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5838423763359844955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5351537057565888389&amp;postID=5838423763359844955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5351537057565888389/posts/default/5838423763359844955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5351537057565888389/posts/default/5838423763359844955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kotalicious.blogspot.com/2008/06/exploring-world.html' title='Exploring The World'/><author><name>Dakota Blackmountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rZT1qUH341w/SEqB7hL66bI/AAAAAAAAACA/L9ErYoI9AN8/S220/Me+close+up+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZT1qUH341w/SEmZVF5kc3I/AAAAAAAAABo/a7WDIC55CoQ/s72-c/The+World_001a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5351537057565888389.post-3618701319324412633</id><published>2008-05-28T21:57:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T22:00:07.060+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The High School Meme</title><content type='html'>Yep, it's another meme. I don't usually tag people for these as some people don't take kindly to that (and also because I don't know enough bloggers to tag), but feel free to consider yourself optionally tagged just because you read this far!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1. Who was your best friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had various different best friends during different phases that I went through. There was the swot, the popular girl, the geek and then the genuinely friendly ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Did you play any sports?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not if I could help it! I hated Physical Education and quit it as soon as I could. I think it may actually have been the only class I ever failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3. What kind of car did you drive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t pass my driving test until I was in my first year at Uni (I started Uni at 16) so the only thing I drove was people up the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4. It’s Friday night. Where were you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the ice rink skating my teenage heart out. I still have the speed skates and they still fit! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5. Were you a party animal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really although in my last year I did go to quite a few parties. I was probably the first one to leave every single one though. Including the one I hosted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;6. Were you considered a flirt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not at all. I never had a boyfriend at school and I wasn’t particularly interested in any of the boys there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;7. Were you in the band, orchestra or choir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the junior band in my first year but I gave it up after that when I realised it wasn’t very cool. Also cause I sucked at playing the flute (probably because you’re really supposed to blow).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;8. Were you a nerd?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think I was ever classed as anything to be honest. I was more one of those people that just kinda fits in anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Were you ever suspended or expelled?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope. Only ever had two punishment exercises – one from a Religious Education teacher for not covering my jotter and one for supposedly smoking on school grounds. Worst thing was, I wasn’t even smoking!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5351537057565888389-3618701319324412633?l=kotalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kotalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3618701319324412633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5351537057565888389&amp;postID=3618701319324412633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5351537057565888389/posts/default/3618701319324412633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5351537057565888389/posts/default/3618701319324412633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kotalicious.blogspot.com/2008/05/high-school-meme.html' title='The High School Meme'/><author><name>Dakota Blackmountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rZT1qUH341w/SEqB7hL66bI/AAAAAAAAACA/L9ErYoI9AN8/S220/Me+close+up+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5351537057565888389.post-2370283392602527439</id><published>2008-05-27T18:54:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T19:31:29.005+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My Celebrity Look-alikes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href="&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fortunate (or unfortunate) enough that IRL, I don't really look like anyone famous. Unless of course my parents are famous and I don't know it! So when I saw on a few other blogs that &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/"&gt;www.myheritage.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; allows you to put in a picture of yourself (or your avie) and use their facial recognition technology to come up with a list of celebrities which you most resemble, I was intrigued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried it about 5 times and couldn't work out why it wouldn't work for me, but then of course, then penny dropped. They obviously weren't expecting me to have big black ears on top of my head. So after the painful experience of parting with them long enough to take a snapshot, I set off on my mission of celebrity lookalikeism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" title="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition" alt="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/K/storage/site1/files/21/16/22/211622_7816929535c384j0py7g45.JPG" width="500" height="574" border="0" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/I%20am%20fortunate%20%28or%20unfortunate%29%20enough%20that%20IRL,%20I%20don%27t%20really%20look%20like%20anyone%20famous.%20Unless%20of%20course%20my%20parents%20are%20famous%20and%20I%20don%27t%20know%20it%21%20So%20when%20I%20saw%20on%20a%20few%20other%20blogs%20that%20www.myheritage.com%20allows%20you%20to%20put%20in%20a%20picture%20of%20yourself%20%28or%20you%20avie%29%20and%20use%20their%20facial%20recognition%20technology%20to%20come%20up%20with%20a%20list%20of%20celebrities%20which%20you%20most%20resemble,%20I%20was%20intrigued.%20"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.blogger.com/I%20am%20fortunate%20%28or%20unfortunate%29%20enough%20that%20IRL,%20I%20don%27t%20really%20look%20like%20anyone%20famous.%20Unless%20of%20course%20my%20parents%20are%20famous%20and%20I%20don%27t%20know%20it%21%20So%20when%20I%20saw%20on%20a%20few%20other%20blogs%20that%20www.myheritage.com%20allows%20you%20to%20put%20in%20a%20picture%20of%20yourself%20%28or%20you%20avie%29%20and%20use%20their%20facial%20recognition%20technology%20to%20come%20up%20with%20a%20list%20of%20celebrities%20which%20you%20most%20resemble,%20I%20was%20intrigued." alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So I look like Tyra Banks, Nikki Cox, Madonna, Avril Lavigne, Daniela Pestova, Scarlett Johansson, Christina Aguilera and Mariah Carey.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So now that I know who they are, what do they do? Although in this day and age you don’t appear to have to do anything in order to be famous. Um, &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Paris Hilton? All she ever does is moan apparently! Oh, and get arrested. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I know who some of them are, obviously, but in the interest of thoroughness, I shall research them all (bring on Wikipedia!).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Strangely enough, among the list is Avril Lavigne, the object of &lt;a href="http://www.teneverse.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tenebrous&lt;/a&gt;’ secret dreams... No wonder he fell for me :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Tyra Banks – &lt;/b&gt;supermodel, talk show host and actress. Most famous for judging the reality show “America’s Next Top Model” and hosting her own self titled talk show.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Nikki Cox&lt;/b&gt; – actress most famous for her appearances in “Unhappily Ever After” and “Las Vegas.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Madonna&lt;/b&gt; – alternative name for Mary, the mother of Jesus.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She is also the Michigan born “Queen of Pop” responsible for such hits as “Like A Prayer” and “Ray Of Light”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Avril Lavigne – &lt;/b&gt;Canadian pop singer&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;who has also turned her hand to fashion designing and&lt;br /&gt;acting. Voted 7&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; most powerful Canadian in Hollywood by Canadian Business Magazine in 2006.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Daniela Pestova – &lt;/b&gt;Czech supermodel who has appeared on the cover of Sports Illustrated three times, as well as modelling for L’Oreal and Victoria’s Secret.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Scarlett Johansson&lt;/b&gt; – childhood star of “The Horse Whisperer” who has gone on to star in such movies as “Lost in Translation” and “Girl With A Pearl Earring”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Christina Aguilera&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;- singer-songwriter best known for her single “Beautiful”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Recently she has also been the face of jeweller Stephen Webster’s exclusive “Shattered” collection.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Mariah Carey&lt;/b&gt; – the first artist to have her first 5 singles top the US chart. It is rumoured that Mariah will appear in the newest Adam Sandler Movie “You Don’t Mess With the Zohan”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So there you have it! I look like a whole bunch of famous women. What a shame I don’t share their talent....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5351537057565888389-2370283392602527439?l=kotalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kotalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2370283392602527439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5351537057565888389&amp;postID=2370283392602527439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5351537057565888389/posts/default/2370283392602527439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5351537057565888389/posts/default/2370283392602527439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kotalicious.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-celebrity-look-alikes.html' title='My Celebrity Look-alikes'/><author><name>Dakota Blackmountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rZT1qUH341w/SEqB7hL66bI/AAAAAAAAACA/L9ErYoI9AN8/S220/Me+close+up+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5351537057565888389.post-3283133958907676091</id><published>2008-05-26T21:05:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T21:16:04.053+01:00</updated><title type='text'>How Do You Make Friends In SL?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If you’re anything like me that answer is: not very easily. Sure, there are lots of people that I know and that I will talk to if I see them around, but as for close SL friends... well... I can count them on one hand. I just don’t seem to be the kind of person that makes friends easily. Some people only need to appear in a room and all of a sudden people flock to them and wham! Before you know it, they’re BFF!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Me, I will join in the conversation and add my tuppence worth when I can, but as for the next phase in making friends, I seem to be at a loss. I have in the past employed various techniques such as IMing them, or asking questions, but I always came out of it looking like a deluded stalker, or one of those annoying noobs whose first words (or rather letters) are the ridiculously out of date “ASL?”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I despise people who are overly nosey – don’t ask me where I live before you’ve even introduced yourself, or I’m liable to hit that TP button before you can say “male or female?” (not that it really makes any difference in SL anyway). I have offered to share a bit of myself with people in the past, something I have in common with them, but it seems to a few lines of IM chat and then that’s it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Don’t get me wrong, I’m not the best person in the world for keeping in touch, but I will IM a “hi, how’re you doing?” every so often and pop over for a coffee once in a while, but it’s that first step on the friendship ladder which seems to totally elude me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Maybe it’s me, maybe I try too hard. I always wanted to be one of those people that walks into a room to a chorus of “Dakota! Hi! How are you?” and gets the first invite to all the hottest parties. So maybe when I do meet someone I could be friends with, maybe I go over board and suffocate them with friend-making attempts.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There’s a fine line between asking enough questions to be friendly and asking so many that you become that annoying person no-one wants to talk to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Or maybe it’s because I’ve never really had to make my own friends before. When I first started playing SL, it was through an RL friend and most of her friends became my friends. Then, when I met &lt;a href="http://www.teneverse.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tenebrous&lt;/a&gt;, I adopted some of his friends also.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So the friends I have now were never really ones that I made on my own and they never required that initial relationship building stage, they just went from stranger to friend with (quite literally) a click of the mouse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There’s also the chance that it could just be me. Maybe I don’t have the kind of personality that draws friends, but rather I’m the “plus 1” on the invitations. After all, someone has to fulfil that role. Someone has to be the person greeting the popular people with an enthusiastic “Hi! It’s great to see you!” from across the room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And of course there’s always some other reason that I haven’t considered. I have no idea. But if you see me wandering around and I try to start a conversation with you, I promise it’s not cause I’m a stalker, honest!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5351537057565888389-3283133958907676091?l=kotalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kotalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3283133958907676091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5351537057565888389&amp;postID=3283133958907676091' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5351537057565888389/posts/default/3283133958907676091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5351537057565888389/posts/default/3283133958907676091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kotalicious.blogspot.com/2008/05/how-do-you-make-friends-in-sl_26.html' title='How Do You Make Friends In SL?'/><author><name>Dakota Blackmountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rZT1qUH341w/SEqB7hL66bI/AAAAAAAAACA/L9ErYoI9AN8/S220/Me+close+up+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5351537057565888389.post-2336578798694031369</id><published>2008-05-25T23:02:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T21:16:25.840+01:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Things Meme</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I’ve already done the “4 Things” meme, so here’s the “5 Things” one.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Can you tell that I like these meme things?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: -18pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Five things in my bag:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Symbol;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: -18pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Symbol;font-size:12;"  &gt;1) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Carmex Lip Balm &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: -18pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Symbol;font-size:12;"  &gt;2) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Neutrogena hand cream &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: -18pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Symbol;font-size:12;"  &gt;3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Hair brush&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: -18pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;4) Keys&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: -18pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Symbol;font-size:12;"  &gt;5) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Purse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: -18pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: -18pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: -18pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Five favourite things in my room:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: -18pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Symbol;font-size:12;"  &gt;1) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Cards and presents from &lt;a href="http://www.teneverse.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tenebrous&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: -18pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Symbol;font-size:12;"  &gt;2) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Tom and Jerry teddy bears&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: -18pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Symbol;font-size:12;"  &gt;3) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Purple Colorado Rockies foam finger&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: -18pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Symbol;font-size:12;"  &gt;4) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;My cowboy hat (yep, it’s a custom shaped Stetson)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: -18pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Symbol;font-size:12;"  &gt;5) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;My book collection (ok, not all of them, just my favourite ones)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: -18pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: -18pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: -18pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Five things I have always wanted to do:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: -18pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Symbol;font-size:12;"  &gt;1) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Scuba dive&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: -18pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Symbol;font-size:12;"  &gt;2) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Buy a house&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: -18pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Symbol;font-size:12;"  &gt;3) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Watch a thunderstorm at sea from a beach (yeah, cheesy but true)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: -18pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Symbol;font-size:12;"  &gt;4) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Go on a cruise&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: -18pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Symbol;font-size:12;"  &gt;5) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;See Alaska in the winter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: -18pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: -18pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: -18pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Five things I'm currently into:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -18pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Symbol;font-size:12;"  &gt;1) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Second Life&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -18pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Symbol;font-size:12;"  &gt;2) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Blogging&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -18pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Symbol;font-size:12;"  &gt;3) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Flickring SL snapshots&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -18pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Symbol;font-size:12;"  &gt;4) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Gardening (ugh, I’m getting old!)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -18pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;5) Super Mario Kart&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5351537057565888389-2336578798694031369?l=kotalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kotalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2336578798694031369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5351537057565888389&amp;postID=2336578798694031369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5351537057565888389/posts/default/2336578798694031369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5351537057565888389/posts/default/2336578798694031369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kotalicious.blogspot.com/2008/05/5-things-meme.html' title='5 Things Meme'/><author><name>Dakota Blackmountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rZT1qUH341w/SEqB7hL66bI/AAAAAAAAACA/L9ErYoI9AN8/S220/Me+close+up+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5351537057565888389.post-3135947219367571719</id><published>2008-05-24T12:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T12:22:07.268+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ipod Meme</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;(or in my case, The ATMT 256MB MP3 player Meme)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Instructions: Go to your music player of choice and put it on shuffle.  Use the song title as the answer to the question. NO CHEATING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;1) How would you describe yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“Lips of An Angel” by Hinder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;2) What do you like in a boy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“When a Woman Cries” by Joshua Kadison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;3) What is your motto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“Never Again” by Kelly Clarkson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;4) What do your friends think of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“Beau’s All Night Radio Love Line” by Joshua Kadison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;5) What do you think about often?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“Songbird” by Kenny G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;6) What do your parents think of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“Bobby’s Girl” by Marcie Blane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;7) What do you think of your best friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“When You’re Gone” by Avril Lavigne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;8) What do you think of the person you like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow?” by The Shirelles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;9) What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“Greatest Story Ever Told” by Oliver James&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;10) What do you think when you see the person you like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“You and Your Hand” by Pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;11) What song will they play at your wedding?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“America” by Razorlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;12) What will they play at your funeral?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“Just Say Hello” by Rene Froger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;13) What is your hobby/interest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“Right Here Waiting” by Richard Marx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;14) What is your biggest fear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“What a Wonderful World This Would Be” by Sam Cooke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;15) What is your biggest secret?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“Twistin’ the Night Away” by Sam Cooke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;16) What do you think of your friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“Bring On The Wonder” by Susan Enan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;17) What is your theme song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“Rule The Wold” by Take That&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;18) What do you think of your family?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“In This Diary” by The Ataris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;19) What is your best friend's theme song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“Over My Head” by The Fray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;20) What is your mood right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“Your Love” by The Outfield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;21) If your heart could talk what would it say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“Life With You” by The Proclaimers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;22) What do your co-workers think of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“Face Down” by The Red Jump Suit Apparatus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;23) What does your future look like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“Face For The Radio” by The View&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/5351537057565888389-3135947219367571719?l=kotalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kotalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3135947219367571719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5351537057565888389&amp;postID=3135947219367571719' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5351537057565888389/posts/default/3135947219367571719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5351537057565888389/posts/default/3135947219367571719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kotalicious.blogspot.com/2008/05/ipod-meme.html' title='The Ipod Meme'/><author><name>Dakota Blackmountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rZT1qUH341w/SEqB7hL66bI/AAAAAAAAACA/L9ErYoI9AN8/S220/Me+close+up+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5351537057565888389.post-1554561011450670889</id><published>2008-05-14T19:10:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T20:25:03.769+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Things You Never Knew About Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(and probably didn't want to!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I like my "All About Me" things, so here's one for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                                &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;1. What time did you get up this morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;6:45am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;2. Diamonds or pearls?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Definitely diamonds - pearls are boring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Iron Man with &lt;a href="http://teneverse.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tenebrous&lt;/a&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;4. Favourite TV show?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Top Gear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;5. What do you usually have for breakfast?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;It depends what kinda mood I'm in. Sometimes sausages on toast, sometimes poached egg on toast and sometimes Coco Pops&lt;span style=""&gt;                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;6. What is your middle name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;I don't have one in SL or in RL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;7. What food do you dislike?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Cheese or anything overly cheesey. Also anything that looks icky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;8. What is your favourite CD at the moment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Joshua Kadison – Painted Desert Serenade&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;9. Favorite sandwich?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Chicken New Orleans from Greggs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;10. What characteristic do you despise?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Subconscious liars - like people who say&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;"I've got no money" then go buy something stupid&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;11. Favourite item of clothing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;My crocs (sorry Tenebrous)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;12. If you could go anywhere in the world on vacation, where would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Alaska. Preferably in Winter.&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;13. What colour is your bathroom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Pale blue&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;14. Do you make friends easily?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;No&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;15. Where would you retire to?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Anywhere peaceful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;16. What was your most recent memorable birthday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Dinner with &lt;a href="http://teneverse.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tenebrous&lt;/a&gt; to celebrate both his and mine :D&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;17. Favourite sport to watch?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Skiing (and sometimes I like a bit of Rodeo)&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;18. How many towns have you lived in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;3, although 1 of them only had a population of 22&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;19. How many do you think will send this back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;No-one cause it’s on a blog! Silly!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;20. What’s on your bedroom floor right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Clothes and probably a cat&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;21. Favourite saying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;“cool”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;22. When is your birthday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;January 24th&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;23. Are you a morning person or a night person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Neither in particular really, probably more night than morning though&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;24. What is your shoe size?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;7&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;25. Pets?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;4 cats&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;26. Any new and exciting news you'd like to share with us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Nah&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;27. What did you want to be when you were little?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;A lawyer&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;28. Which talent would you most like to have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;To be able to sing&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;29. Which words or phrases do you most overuse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;“cool” “whatever”&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;30. What is your favourite flower?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Snowdrops and daisies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;31. What is a day on the calendar you are looking forward to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Friday and every day thereafter that i see my &lt;a href="http://teneverse.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tene&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;32. What colour are your eyes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;33. What was your favourite toy as a child?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Sylvanian Families and Teddy Ruxpin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;34. Summer or winter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Winter&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;35. Hugs or kisses?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Both. At the same time :D&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;36. Chocolate or Vanilla?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Vanilla&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;37. Do you want your friends to send this back to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;They can do it on their own blogs&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;38. When was the last time you cried?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Saturday&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;39. What is under your bed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Old diaries&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;40. Who is the friend you have had the longest in SL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Tangletwigs Fairymeadow&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;41. What did you do last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Played some SL, chatted to &lt;a href="http://teneverse.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tene&lt;/a&gt; and then went to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;42. Favourite smell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Frying breakfast&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;43. What are you afraid of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Drowning, gas and fire&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;44. Plain, sweet, or salted Popcorn?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;None, but salted if I have to&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;45. How many keys on your key ring?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;5&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;46. How many years at your current job?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Just over 1&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;47. Do you have any scars?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loads&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;48. Favorite day of the week?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Saturday&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;49. How many people will you be sending this to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;None, only posting it on here.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;50. Who's answers are you looking forward the most?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Everyone’s cause I&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;like these things!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5351537057565888389-1554561011450670889?l=kotalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kotalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1554561011450670889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5351537057565888389&amp;postID=1554561011450670889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5351537057565888389/posts/default/1554561011450670889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5351537057565888389/posts/default/1554561011450670889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kotalicious.blogspot.com/2008/05/things-you-never-knew-about-me.html' title='Things You Never Knew About Me'/><author><name>Dakota Blackmountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rZT1qUH341w/SEqB7hL66bI/AAAAAAAAACA/L9ErYoI9AN8/S220/Me+close+up+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5351537057565888389.post-4295868160242011913</id><published>2008-05-11T17:56:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T19:52:55.973+01:00</updated><title type='text'>SL-Twitter Meetup</title><content type='html'>It's always nice to put an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;avie&lt;/span&gt; to a name, especially when it's people you talk to quite a lot. On Saturday May 3rd, at Jack Rabbit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Slim's&lt;/span&gt; I attended a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;meetup&lt;/span&gt; of peeps from Twitter. The theme was "Your Favourite Movie Character" and there were some awesome &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;avies&lt;/span&gt; there! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tenebrous&lt;/span&gt; and I went as Alien v Predator and my alien &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;avie&lt;/span&gt; was well complimented, although to be honest I think people were just being polite in an attempt to stop me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;emitting&lt;/span&gt; green, er, stuff, all over the floor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at the pictures &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/dakotab/sets/72157604862382830/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5351537057565888389-4295868160242011913?l=kotalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kotalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4295868160242011913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5351537057565888389&amp;postID=4295868160242011913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5351537057565888389/posts/default/4295868160242011913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5351537057565888389/posts/default/4295868160242011913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kotalicious.blogspot.com/2008/05/sl-twitter-meetup.html' title='SL-Twitter Meetup'/><author><name>Dakota Blackmountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rZT1qUH341w/SEqB7hL66bI/AAAAAAAAACA/L9ErYoI9AN8/S220/Me+close+up+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5351537057565888389.post-5526234250558896840</id><published>2008-05-10T22:41:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T17:56:07.630+01:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Things Meme</title><content type='html'>I found an interesting meme on &lt;a href="http://timothylilliehook.blogspot.com/2008/04/4-things.html"&gt;Timothy Lilliehook's blog&lt;/a&gt;, so I thought I'd take part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 Jobs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- bar maid&lt;br /&gt;- wrangler&lt;br /&gt;- financial adviser&lt;br /&gt;- recruitment consultant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 Favourite Movies:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sweet Home Alabama&lt;br /&gt;- How To Lose a Guy In Ten Days&lt;br /&gt;- St Elmo's Fire&lt;br /&gt;- The Prestige&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 Places I've Been:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- America&lt;br /&gt;- Canada&lt;br /&gt;- Portugal&lt;br /&gt;- France&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 Places I've Lived:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Glasgow, Scotland&lt;br /&gt;- Birmingham, England&lt;br /&gt;- Vail, Colorado&lt;br /&gt;- Mornington Crescent, Laland, Second Life ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 Favourite TV Shows:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Nip/Tuck&lt;br /&gt;- Grey's Anatomy&lt;br /&gt;- Top Gear&lt;br /&gt;- Pushing Daisies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 Favourite Radio Shows:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Bowie at Breakfast (on Clyde 1)&lt;br /&gt;- Randy in the Morning (on Jack FM)&lt;br /&gt;- I'm Sorry I Haven't a Clue (on BBC Radio 4)&lt;br /&gt;- Gonna have to pass on a fourth I'm afraid....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 Favourite Foods:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Chocolate (does that even count?)&lt;br /&gt;- Vanilla vienetta (sensing a theme here?)&lt;br /&gt;- Home made steak pie&lt;br /&gt;- Spaghetti Bolognase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 Places I'd Rather Be:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Alaska&lt;br /&gt;- Egypt&lt;br /&gt;- Vietnam&lt;br /&gt;- anywhere so long as Tenebrous is there too&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5351537057565888389-5526234250558896840?l=kotalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kotalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5526234250558896840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5351537057565888389&amp;postID=5526234250558896840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5351537057565888389/posts/default/5526234250558896840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5351537057565888389/posts/default/5526234250558896840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kotalicious.blogspot.com/2008/05/4-things-meme.html' title='4 Things Meme'/><author><name>Dakota Blackmountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rZT1qUH341w/SEqB7hL66bI/AAAAAAAAACA/L9ErYoI9AN8/S220/Me+close+up+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5351537057565888389.post-6277189500773139033</id><published>2008-03-31T18:47:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T18:58:59.615+01:00</updated><title type='text'>SL Bloggers Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZT1qUH341w/R_ElsDGoztI/AAAAAAAAABA/Ke9KA8xXl1I/s1600-h/SL+bloggers+party_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZT1qUH341w/R_ElsDGoztI/AAAAAAAAABA/Ke9KA8xXl1I/s320/SL+bloggers+party_001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183966084757769938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZT1qUH341w/R_ElsjGozuI/AAAAAAAAABI/gy3xWNRc_8s/s1600-h/SL+bloggers+party_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZT1qUH341w/R_ElsjGozuI/AAAAAAAAABI/gy3xWNRc_8s/s320/SL+bloggers+party_002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183966093347704546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZT1qUH341w/R_ElszGozvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/8XiSuULvivk/s1600-h/SL+bloggers+party_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZT1qUH341w/R_ElszGozvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/8XiSuULvivk/s320/SL+bloggers+party_003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183966097642671858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZT1qUH341w/R_EltjGozwI/AAAAAAAAABY/pkY-u81br20/s1600-h/SL+bloggers+party_004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZT1qUH341w/R_EltjGozwI/AAAAAAAAABY/pkY-u81br20/s320/SL+bloggers+party_004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183966110527573762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZT1qUH341w/R_EltzGozxI/AAAAAAAAABg/P5YVgzWHO8s/s1600-h/SL+bloggers+party_005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZT1qUH341w/R_EltzGozxI/AAAAAAAAABg/P5YVgzWHO8s/s320/SL+bloggers+party_005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183966114822541074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, Tenebrous and I attended the SL Bloggers party hosted at Crap Mariner's Clocktower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great time and it was nice to finally put avies to names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a few of the photos I took.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5351537057565888389-6277189500773139033?l=kotalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kotalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/6277189500773139033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5351537057565888389&amp;postID=6277189500773139033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5351537057565888389/posts/default/6277189500773139033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5351537057565888389/posts/default/6277189500773139033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kotalicious.blogspot.com/2008/03/sl-bloggers-party.html' title='SL Bloggers Party'/><author><name>Dakota Blackmountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rZT1qUH341w/SEqB7hL66bI/AAAAAAAAACA/L9ErYoI9AN8/S220/Me+close+up+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZT1qUH341w/R_ElsDGoztI/AAAAAAAAABA/Ke9KA8xXl1I/s72-c/SL+bloggers+party_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5351537057565888389.post-6309719390496086437</id><published>2008-03-26T18:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-26T18:37:55.368Z</updated><title type='text'>Pixelated Partying or Realistic Raving?</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wonder why I find it more fun to visit a club in Second Life than I do in real life. I sit in my house, on my couch, staring at a computer screen displaying pixels moving around completely out of time to the music being streamed by someone sitting in their own house, on their own couch, when I could be out there in the real world meeting people, soaking up the atmosphere, indulging in a few cocktails and dancing my pretty little heart out. Some people would probably choose the second option without giving it much thought, but not me. And not some 50,000 other people who regularly sign into Second Life on a Saturday night to partake of some pixilated partying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a start, I have nothing to wear! “Yeah, yeah, whatever!” I hear you say, but it’s true. When most people are out partying, it’s about minus 2 degrees Celsius outside and walking around in a short skirt and high heels in that kind of temperature just doesn’t hold much attraction for me. Nor does the rain and yet taking a raincoat or an umbrella with you when heading out clubbing appears to be forbidden. So unless I invent some new outfit that is cool and sexy indoors yet warm and waterproof outdoors, then I honestly have nothing to wear to a real life clubbing session. In SL however, ta da! With a few simple clicks I have almost every conceivable type of outfit all fitted and tailored just for me! Recently I’ve even been learning how to make clothes in SL, something I’d never even imagine wanting to do in RL, which really does confirm just how unlimited the options within SL are. You want an itsy bitsy teeny weenie yellow polka-dot bikini? Give me five minutes. You want a pair of pink fluorescent flares? Step back and shield your eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly there’s the issue of people. In SL I can easily go to a club on my own, or with my boyfriend, Tenebrous, and not know anyone else there. It’s not a big deal. Within a few minutes, we could be chatting away to other people in the club as if we’d known them for years. But in RL it’s the exact opposite. You walk into a room and everyone there wants to know what you’re wearing, what brand it is, how your hair is done and sometimes quite frankly I can’t stand the constant assessments. If I want to be dancing in my pajamas, I should be able to dance in my pajamas. People should talk to me the same as they would if I was wearing the latest *insert current hot designer* outfit. They do in SL! They will probably ask if you realize you’re still in your pajamas, but unless you’re actually offending anyone they’re unlikely to actually let it affect their judgment of you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically, if I go to a club in SL I can actually sit on my couch in my house wearing my pajamas and drinking hot chocolate while talking to non-judgmental people in a non-threatening environment. While still listening to good music, dancing like a maddy and making new friends. Who would give that up for spending a few hours in a sweaty night club full of drunken people and then an hour in the freezing rain waiting for a taxi?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5351537057565888389-6309719390496086437?l=kotalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kotalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/6309719390496086437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5351537057565888389&amp;postID=6309719390496086437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5351537057565888389/posts/default/6309719390496086437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5351537057565888389/posts/default/6309719390496086437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kotalicious.blogspot.com/2008/03/pixelated-partying-or-realistic-raving.html' title='Pixelated Partying or Realistic Raving?'/><author><name>Dakota Blackmountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rZT1qUH341w/SEqB7hL66bI/AAAAAAAAACA/L9ErYoI9AN8/S220/Me+close+up+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5351537057565888389.post-1104871664439175137</id><published>2008-03-02T18:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-26T18:42:08.877Z</updated><title type='text'>Your Avatar vs. Your Personality</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Have you ever wondered what makes you choose how your Second Life avatar appears? Why you are tall or short? Which furry you are or what colour your fantasy eyes are? At first I assumed that it was because in Second Life people could look however they wanted to, so obviously they made themselves look like they would in Real Life if they had the opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after going through numerous skins and shapes, I've finally settled on something I am mostly happy with and I'm not at all convinced that this is the reason. My avatar is petite, with big blue eyes, human skin and shape but neko ears and a tail. If I stand back and ask myself if I would want to look like this in Real Life, then the answer is no, I wouldn't. I would like to be slimmer, and I am already short, with blue eyes, but the biggest part of my avie is the neko side: the ears and tail. Would I like to have ears and a tail IRL? I don't think so... Imagine the trouble I would have getting trousers and hats to fit! I would have nowhere to balance my glasses and I'm pretty sure that my tail would get in the way when sitting in the car. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So if I have established that the most dominant aspect of my SL avatar is something that I wouldn't want in RL, why do I have it in SL? We could take the easy way out here and say "because we can" but I don't think that quite covers it. I mean, I "could" jump off a bridge... but I don't. On a daily basis we are confronted with millions of things that we "could" do, yet for one reason or another we don't. The reasons behind these differ... I don't jump off that bridge because I'd most likely get hurt, I don't tell my boss what I really think of him because I'd get fired. But in SL there are no consequences of how we look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Or are there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Recently I've started to hang out at a place called Luskwood, which is intended for (but not exclusive to) furries. I have seen some amazing avatars there, from huskies to vampire bats and just about everything in between, but the one thing they almost all have in common is that somewhere along the way they have all been customised to one extent or another. Be it adding hair or clothes, or changing some fundamental aspect of the avatar, they have all put some effort into making their avatar look that way. They have had the creativeness and the patience to do this and have therefore invested some small piece of their real life self into that avatar. After all, who would want to look like a huge spider if, in RL, you are terrified of spiders? The very nature of our avatars means that to an extent they do represent out RL selves, or at least an aspect of them. But as I mentioned above, this isn't borne out of a desire to physically look like that. It's something more psychologically intrinsic than this. It's something we can't just pluck out of thin air. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Take me as an example. Recently, with the help of my boyfriend, I added two silver safety pins to my neko ears, as if they were earrings. I would never put safety pins in my ears IRL (no offense intended to anyone who would) so why have I done it in SL? I could simply say "because it looks good" but again, I think there is more to it than this. To me, it represents a little bit of rebelliousness coming out. It makes the cute neko girl look a little bit dangerous. But not as dangerous as a big spiky collar or walking about with an Uzi attached to my hand. Why do I want to look like I have a rebellious side? Maybe because society has taught us that rebelling is not something to be proud of. We are constantly shown images on TV and in newspapers that show "rebels" being punished, therefore those of us that sometimes do feel the need to differ from the mainstream find subtle ways to do this. In SL, the easiest way to do this is by modifying your avatar. Hence the safety pins. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My example is very subtle, especially since there are avatars out there that are positively screaming out with aspects of their RL person's personality. The child avatar that longs for care and attention. The giant tattoed weapon bearer that craves power and control. The all round average Joe that just wants to fit in. To someone who wants to look a little bit closer, they give away huge chunks of information, whether intentional or otherwise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So if we are unconsciously bearing our desires or longings to the entire population of SL, there must be some backlash somewhere. As is so often the case, this takes the shape of discrimination and in some extreme cases, hatred. Luckily, I have not come across too much of this in SL, but I know of people who have and I would find it extremely difficult to believe it if you told me it doesn't happen very often. After all, there are groups that are "anti" this and "pro" that. Human nature lends us to forming opinions on things and thus taking sides. Luskwood is a place that welcomes people of all shapes and sizes but there are many places that don't. There are people that actively attack people who choose to represent themselves as a furry, or as a child, or as a neko. Why? Because they are different? I do not know the answer to this, but I do know that there are definitely consequences of the way that we look in SL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; There are places we cannot go because of the way we look. There are people who will be mean to us. There are weapons designed to "fight" us and people employed to eject and ban us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So why do we choose to look different? Why don't we all look the same? Because we are human, that's why. Would you want to look exactly the same as the person sitting next to you on the bus? Would you want them to look the same as you? I bet you wouldn't. Why? Because as humans we intrinsically long for the opportunity to express our individuality and in SL, we do this by customising our avatars. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;o the next time you see an avatar you think is horrible, or scary, or just plain weird, stop for a minute and consider why they chose to make it look like that. Then remember that at the end of the day, it's a human being controlling it. Be it that tattooed gunman or the crying child, it's someone who wanted to look like that, and there's a reason why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5351537057565888389-1104871664439175137?l=kotalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kotalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1104871664439175137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5351537057565888389&amp;postID=1104871664439175137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5351537057565888389/posts/default/1104871664439175137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5351537057565888389/posts/default/1104871664439175137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kotalicious.blogspot.com/2008/03/your-avatar-vs-your-personality.html' title='Your Avatar vs. Your Personality'/><author><name>Dakota Blackmountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rZT1qUH341w/SEqB7hL66bI/AAAAAAAAACA/L9ErYoI9AN8/S220/Me+close+up+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
